Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

"Commander, it's me."

Lin Wantang curtsied and was about to step forward again when she noticed the empty medicine bowl on the desk.

"Is this the last dose of medicine?" she said, stepping forward and naturally taking Wei Wujiu's arm. "Let me take his pulse and see if I need Xiuzheng's prescription."

Wei Wujiu's posture inexplicably relaxed, a strand of hair falling down, barely obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, making his handsome and refined face appear even more aloof, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Wait a moment."

He withdrew his hand and tried to move behind the desk to sit down, but after taking only two steps, his tall figure staggered. Lin Wantang was startled and subconsciously reached out to help him, but he also grabbed the desk for support.

"I……"

Wei Wujiu paused as soon as he opened his mouth. He steadied himself and placed his other hand on his chest, feeling restless and irritable. A surge of anger seemed to be trapped in his heart, difficult to express.

Just because of those few words spoken by the old princes in the palace?

Impossible. In the ten years since he entered the court, he had heard countless similar words. The first important task that earned him the emperor's favor and dispelled his doubts was when he was ordered to secretly investigate the former crown prince.

He could say without shame that in the past ten years, he had experienced all sorts of storms and heard all sorts of gossip, so how could he... become so agitated just because the old princes brought up old matters?

Wei Wujiu felt that he was in a strange state, and when he looked at Lin Wantang, his gaze became more and more unfocused. It took him a long while to recognize her.

Lin Wantang frowned in confusion, then, seeing Wei Wujiu's outstretched hand, she quickly grasped it. "Commander, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or... is it because of the drinking?"

He shook his head slightly, his hoarse voice almost betraying his unsteady breathing: "N-I don't know..."

He could only feel his chest heaving, and his eight extraordinary meridians seemed to be blocked by something, preventing him from circulating his qi or adjusting his internal energy.

Lin Wantang's heart sank. She helped him sit on the soft couch and took his pulse again. In an instant, doubt filled her face.

"This...this pulse is quite strange!"

Lin Wantang gasped in surprise, then calmly and resolutely took the pulse again, still not believing it...

The pulse was normal. Although he could sense a strange aura in Wei Wujiu's body, this aura was like a serpent, circulating through his limbs, bones, and internal organs, making it difficult to detect or probe.

For a moment, something strange happened that left Lin Wantang at a loss!

She even pursed her lips in frustration, wondering if she was lacking in medical knowledge and hadn't seen enough patients who could take pulses. She rubbed her forehead: "Am I just ignorant? I've never seen a case like this before..."

I haven't seen it in ancient medical books either, but perhaps she overlooked it.

"Governor, besides feeling restless and angry, what other discomfort do you experience?" She wanted to find out the details of her symptoms before consulting ancient books.

Wei Wujiu's face was a mixture of suppressed emotions as he gripped her hand tightly. "I'm not feeling unwell, it's probably just that my temper isn't working properly. Come and rest with me for a while..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden surge of reversed energy rushed into his chest, and a mouthful of blood instantly spilled out.

"Commander!"

Lin Wantang's pupils constricted in shock. "How could this be? Commander, please lie down."

It was at this moment that Lin Wantang suddenly realized that Wei Wujiu's body temperature was different.

She helped him lie down and then checked his forehead for heat. Surprisingly, there was no heat at all. Even if someone doesn't have a high fever, they should have some body temperature in this warm palace with its heated floor.

But Wei Wujiu was completely naked, his body was ice-cold, like ice.

"General, did you suffer any internal injuries on the battlefield before? For example..." Lin Wantang didn't understand martial arts techniques and racked his brains but couldn't recall the names of those internal force palm techniques, so he stammered, "For example, what's this 'Cold Qi Palm'?"

Wei Wujiu lay flat on his back, feeling no chill, only a slight fatigue. He turned his head weakly to look at her: "What kind of palm technique is this? But there are Xuanming Palm and Ice Cold Palm in the martial world..."

Lin Wantang was extremely anxious and said helplessly, "At this point, Commander, please don't correct my inappropriate words. Quickly answer me, have you suffered any internal injuries?"

"Never..."

Leading troops into battle on the battlefield is not like a martial arts contest between masters in the martial arts world.

Lin Wantang was startled and alarmed. This was even more strange. She had promised to cure Wei Wujiu’s old illness and had prepared a medicine that was exactly what she needed. Except for not being able to find the snow snake skin as a medicinal ingredient, she had almost cured Wei Wujiu’s old illness by 50 or 60 percent. How could it suddenly show signs of worsening today?

"Commander, stop talking for now, close your eyes and rest for a while."

Lin Wantang first comforted the girl who had closed her eyes, then moved to add a few spoonfuls of benzoin to the incense burner. Hearing some noise outside, she sat back down on the soft couch: "It's nothing, the guards outside are on duty."

She told a lie to coax Wei Wujiu into lying down peacefully. After a short while, he seemed to be unable to bear the abnormal energy in his body and the suppressed pain, but he managed to close his eyes.

Lin Wantang, however, was restless. She gently took his pulse on both wrists several times, but the pulse was still uncertain. With these thoughts swirling in her mind, she heard a very soft knock on the door and quietly put on her outer robe and went out.

Jiang Fulu paced back and forth outside. As soon as he saw Lin Wantang come out, he hurried over to greet her, but then glanced back into the hall. "Miss, where is the master?"

Lin Wantang closed the door behind her and said in a low voice, "The master is not feeling well and has just gone to bed. Don't disturb him."

Then, she took Jiang Fulu a few steps away and hurriedly asked, "Father-in-law, besides you, who else has stayed by the Governor's side almost all day? Call him over, I have something to ask him."

Jiang Fulu also had important matters to report, but seeing Lin Wantang's somber expression, he didn't dare to delay and quickly had someone summon Wei Liu.

"Da Shun, no need for formalities. Think carefully about what the Commander has eaten and drunk today. There's no need to hide anything; just tell me everything."

Da Shun paused, then subconsciously glanced at Jiang Fulu. Both of their expressions changed drastically. Da Shun thought for a moment before replying, "This morning, you had breakfast with Miss at Chentingxuan, and then didn't eat anything outside all day. In the afternoon, you also had a meal with Miss in the warm pavilion. At the palace banquet, you only drank two cups of wine..."

"Oh, by the way, His Majesty also bestowed upon you a cup of tea before."

Lin Wantang's breathing became heavy, and she remained silent, deep in thought. Jiang Fulu asked worriedly, "Miss, could the master's illness be related to those two cups of wine or tea? But news just came from the Grand Tutor's residence that the Grand Tutor himself has also fallen ill since returning home!"

Lin Wantang's eyes widened in surprise: "What did you say? My father's health isn't good either? Quickly, prepare the sedan chair!"