My father, Li Shimin, requests Your Majesty to become the Retired Emperor.

After Su Wan's earnest persuasion, Empress Zhangsun finally agreed to let Lu Zhaolin give it a try.

Therefore, Empress Zhangsun ordered Caixiang to lower the curtain.

Not long after, Lu Zhaolin entered from outside and knelt on the ground: "Your humble servant greets the Empress!"

Through the curtain, Empress Zhangsun could vaguely see Lu Zhaolin: "Rise, no need for formalities!"

Cai Xiang brought a chair for Lu Zhaolin and sat down.

Lu Zhaolin first took Empress Zhangsun's pulse, frowned deeply, and then shook his head repeatedly.

Su Wan, standing to the side, asked Lu Zhaolin, "How is the Empress's illness?"

Lu Zhaolin withdrew his hand: "The Empress's illness is partly due to the fact that she did not take proper care of herself during her postpartum period."

Secondly, it is caused by overwork and stagnation of qi and blood.

Thirdly, I'm not in a good mood.

"Is there any way to treat it?"

"There is a solution, but the Empress must not get angry for one hundred days. Otherwise, her condition will worsen, and she may even become terminally ill."

Even if my master came, it would probably be of no use.

"Is it as serious as you say?"

"This disease needs to be treated in its early stages, when it is just beginning to appear. It cannot be delayed, because the longer it is delayed, the more difficult it is to recover."

Unexpectedly, Empress Zhangsun asked Lu Zhaolin, "In your opinion, how much longer do you think I have to live?"

This is a very pointed question.

Lu Zhaolin was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head: "This humble subject dares not speak. I have asked you to speak, so just tell the truth. If you are wrong, I will not blame you."

"Yes, if the Empress takes the medicine as prescribed by me on time, and does not get angry within one hundred days, you can live to be one hundred years old."

Empress Zhangsun smiled slightly: "A hundred years old? What's the point of living that long? Wouldn't that make you a demon?"

"However, on the other hand, if the Empress doesn't take her medicine on time and gets angry within these hundred days, she might not survive..."

"How much? Just tell me the truth."

"He might not live past thirty-six."

Su Wan felt a pang of anxiety upon hearing this, thinking to herself that Lu Zhaolin was truly an idiot, how could he say such a thing?

The Empress was supposed to be a thousand years old, how could she only live to be thirty-six?

Su Wan was worried for Lu Zhaolin.

If Empress Zhangsun used this as grounds to accuse Lu Zhaolin of great disrespect and cursing the Empress, she could have easily sentenced Lu Zhaolin to death.

Empress Zhangsun calmly said, "Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by Heaven. At the age of thirty-six, it is not considered an untimely death."

Men of this age all refer to themselves as "old men".

It seems that I don't have many years left.

However, I think it was worth it. Life is not about length, but about quality.

In this lifetime, I have sons and daughters, and most importantly, I married Li Shimin.

He was a great emperor throughout history; isn't this an honor for me?

Su Wan comforted her from the side, saying, "Your Majesty, you don't need to be so pessimistic. Didn't Lu Zhaolin just make it very clear?"

As long as you take your medication on time and avoid getting angry for 100 days, you can live to at least 100 years old.

People often say that it is rare for a person to live to seventy, but I never thought I would live that long.

If you get old, fall ill, are bedridden, unable to take care of yourself, and have no quality of life, what's the point of expecting your children to take care of you?

It would be better to be dead.

Su Wan thought to herself, "Empress Zhangsun's ability to take life and death lightly is truly rare."