Seeing Jiang Zebei like this, Chen Mengtian felt a little uncomfortable. She walked up and asked, "When will you pretend to be?"

Since the Qing Kingdom envoy arrived, Jiang Zebei has forced himself to avoid entering the palace. Facing the emperor and officials in the court, he has been pretending to be terminally ill.

Although she knew she was pretending, when she looked at Jiang Zebei's appearance, Chen Mengtian felt discomfort and felt uncomfortable, and she didn't want to see him look like this.

Jiang Zebei saw Chen Mengtian's displeasure, curled the corners of his lips, patted her hands, and comforted him, "It's almost done, there's no need to worry about it in a few days."

"Yes." Chen Mengtian shook his hand back.

Butler He quickly brought the imperial physician from the palace. This was the one who came to take the vein of Jiang Zebei when the envoy of Qing Kingdom came to Xiliang Kingdom.

But this time, it was no longer the other party, but three imperial doctors.

"The lower official has met the brave general."

"The lower official has met the brave general."

"The lower official has met the brave general."

The three of them were quite respectful, but when they saw Chen Mengtian's existence, a stunning look flashed in their eyes.

Looking at the hands of Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian shook each other again, they immediately knew the identity of this person. The three of them nodded to her again, which was considered a greeting.

"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Zebei covered his mouth with the handkerchief in his hand and coughed a few times.

Looking at the three people in front of him, his eyes were colorless, he just stretched out his arms and said weakly in a low voice: "I'm sorry for you."

"You are polite, General." The first imperial doctor who stepped forward was the one who first took Jiang Zebei's pulse.

When the other party took his pulse, he looked serious and soon a little surprised appeared in his eyes.

His hand suddenly shook and he looked at the first young general of Xiliang Kingdom in front of him in disbelief.

The other party is young and promising, and is not yet in his prime, but his body is...

The imperial physician looked at Jiang Zebei with sympathy, and he shook his head and retreated slightly.

Soon, the second imperial physician stepped forward to take the pulse.

This person even more directly, widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zebei in shock, "General...General..."

OK! This is exciting and speechless.

Chen Mengtian held one of Jiang Zebei's hand and secretly took the vein to the other party. Then he stared at Jiang Zebei in surprise.

This is clearly a pulse that is about to die, so weak that it is impossible to detect, and there is also a pulse that is covered with hidden injuries.

It would be a miracle that a person could live if he felt such a pulse.

The third imperial doctor stepped forward, although he tried his best to remain calm, he could not hide his trembling hands.

All three knew that the brave general would be alive in a few days.

After they left, Jiang Zebei kept coughing, "I won't send you there. Please report back to the emperor, I am ill and need to stay in the village in the suburbs of Beijing for a few days."

This is a tactful resistance to the order.

The three imperial doctors glanced at Jiang Zebei sympathetically and left the mansion.

After they left, Jiang Zebei's face returned to normal and stood up from the wheelchair.

"Let's go, we'll leave as soon as possible, the capital will be in chaos."

Soon, a carriage slowly emerged from the general's mansion and headed straight to the suburbs of Beijing.

...

In the palace, the emperor's bedroom.

The eldest prince, the queen, and the young little princess were guarding the dragon couch.

In the court, the emperor of Xiliang Kingdom fainted on the dragon throne.

All the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital arrived, and the envoy of the Imperial Hospital was also summoned, but only the envoy of the Imperial Hospital was the one who took the meridian.

"Report to the Empress, Prince, the Emperor is the evil wind entering his body and needs to be well recuperated."

After the envoy of the Imperial Hospital completed his pulse, he knelt down to report to the queen.
Chapter completed!