As far as she remembered, she had not seen Zhao Yiqiu for more than ten years. What was he doing in the court?
He had not changed a bit. He was still a gentle-looking man, who held a calm expression no matter what he had run into, including now. It felt as if they had just met yesterday, rather than ten years ago.
“The King asked me to come to the court to give him a check up. I ran into Susu the moment I came to the court, and she told me that you are not doing well. So here I am.” Zhao Yiqiu said calmly. Then he took out the handkerchief, covered the Queen’s wrist and felt her pulse.
It did not take long.
He put away the handkerchief and said calmly, “You are just furious, and haven’t had much rest, nothing serious. Have a good rest and don’t overthink anything.”
Then he got up and started to write down the prescription by the table next to the bed.
With eyes upon him, the Queen said with slight jealousy. “You are just like before, calm and composed.”
Zhao Yiqiu paused his movements, as the ink dripped, messing up the characters.
Zhao Yiqiu continued to write.
Was he calm, really? No, he was not.
When he heard from Susu that the Queen fainted, he became so anxious that he hurried to the Weiyang Palace, fearing that something might have happened to her.
He saw her the moment he stepped into the Weiyang Palace.
Seeing that she was more or less recovered, he calmed himself down and started to talk with her. He was never calm.
However, Zhao Yiqiu did not counter. How he felt had nothing to do with her. He sighed inwardly.
The prescription was now done.
Zhao Yiqiu passed the prescription to Aunt Nan. “Tell those at the imperial hospital, to make the medicine with a small fire.
“Okay, Mr. Zhao.” Aunt Nan said politely.
Zhao Yiqiu got up.
He had checked up on the Queen and he should not linger here for too long.
“I will go and check up on the King, you, have a good rest,” Zhao Yiqiu said politely, nodded at Zhou Huaijin and left. “I am off.”
Zhou Huaijin got up.
He was seeing Zhao Yiqiu off at the gate.
Zhao Yiqiu was not titled with any official rank in the Saint Divine Land, but he was a special man in the land. Even Zhou Huaijin was treating him with utter politeness.
As they came to the gate of the Weiyang Palace, Zhao Yiqiu nodded at Zhou Huaijin and left.
Susu just came running and said with a panting tone, seeing Zhao Yiqiu leaving. “Mr. Zhao, are you leaving now? Are you done with the check-up?”
Zhao Yiqiu nodded.
Susu panted, looking helpless.
Zhou Huaijin looked at the back of Zhao Yiqiu, falling into deep contemplation.
***
At this time Zhao Yiqiu had already come to the Imperial Study.
“Greetings, King,” Zhao Yiqiu said calmly without bowing.
The King frowned. He was feeling really unhappy inside. He was the King, but Zhao Yiqiu had never greeted him.
He wouldn’t have ignored that before, but now he had to beg him for help, so the King had to ignore the displeasure and said with a smile. “Here you are, Yiqiu.”
Zhao Yiqiu nodded.
“I asked you to come to me, because I need you to check me up. I am not feeling so well today,” the King said, looking very distressed.
Zhao Yiqiu felt his pulse.
The moment he put his hands upon the pulse, he looked at the King with surprise. “How could this be?”
“What is it?” the King asked, anxiously.