When she suggested calling the Imperial Physician for a pulse check, Xie Wanqing's face changed as the man in front of her deferred and evaded.
"Lu Ziyuan! It's just a pulse check, what are you afraid of?"
"What could I be afraid of," Lu Ziyuan sighed helplessly, "It's late into the night and close to New Year, the Imperial Medical Bureau might only have two elderly physicians on duty, and it's snowing outside. Why rush at this moment?"
The reasoning does make sense.
But doesn't Xie Wanqing know him?
This isn't a benevolent and merciful monarch who cares for his subjects.
Let alone snow, if he weren't feeling guilty, as long as she ordered it, even if it were raining knives outside, he'd call the Imperial Physician to ease her mind.
Xie Wanqing's heart sank straight down, her eyes red as she glared at him, "Do you have a hidden illness?"
"..." Lu Ziyuan remained silent.
