"Hurry up and announce it!" the Emperor ordered sternly. His usually gentle voice couldn't hide his anxiety and worry.
"Your Majesty, I've already sent someone to announce Shangqing Spiritual Master," the palace maid in charge said nervously. "But Shangqing Spiritual Master's hand is broken."
Broken hand?! The Emperor frowned and narrowed his eyes. This was too sudden.
Eunuch Zhao Rang carefully added, "Shangqing Spiritual Master is an expert recommended by the Yu family."
The sleeping hall fell silent.
There was only the low, pained moan of An Le and the crackle of the coals burning in the charcoal brazier.
"…" The Emperor frowned, his expression grave. His thoughts went back to five years ago.
That summer, An Le suddenly fell seriously ill. At that time, the Emperor, who was still the Crown Prince, had found all the imperial physicians, famous doctors, Daoist priests, and medical women in the capital and even the surrounding areas to treat An Le.
