Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Zhou Quan personally came to pick up Chen Mo.

Chen Mo had already packed up.

He carried an old medicine box on his back, which contained silver needles, pulse pillows, and all kinds of commonly used medicinal materials.

He found this medicine box at the Imperial Hospital yesterday; its edges and corners were worn down over the years, and its surface was polished to a shine.

Anyone who saw him would assume he was a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctor with decades of experience.

The two set off from the Imperial Hospital and headed straight for the capital.

Upon arriving at the palace gates, after verifying the documents, the guards allowed passage directly.

Upon entering the palace grounds, Zhou Quan immediately lowered his posture and deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.

The palace corridors were deep and long, with high walls on both sides, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

The palace maids and eunuchs all walked quickly with their heads down, quietly, and no one dared to say a word.

This palace is inherently imposing.

Zhou Quan whispered his instructions.

"Sir, the rules in the palace are extremely strict. Remember this: do not look at what you should not look at, do not ask what you should not ask, and never look directly at any noble person in the palace."

Chen Mo nodded repeatedly, looking like an honest and unassuming old farmer-doctor.

After walking a short distance, Zhou Quan suddenly approached.

"Old sir, about that thousand taels of reward money... how about I have someone send it back to your home first?"

Chen Mo cautiously reached out and tightly covered his collar.

"No need! I trust my own money best when I keep it safe!"

"I'm just worried about what might happen to you..."

"There's no 'what if'!"

Chen Mo pulled his collar tighter, his attitude resolute.

"Nobody should even think about taking my money!"

Zhou Quan awkwardly shut up and didn't try to persuade him any further.

But he had a plan in mind.

If this old man dies in the palace, this thousand taels of silver can't just be buried with him.

Chen Mo saw right through his little scheme, but didn't bother with it. Instead, she changed the subject and started boasting about her medical skills.

"Lord Zhou, I am not boasting, but I have been practicing medicine for forty years and have treated countless difficult and complicated diseases."

"There was a patient in Dongcun who had been paralyzed for eight years. After I gave him three doses of medicine, he was able to get out of bed and walk on the spot."

"Um."

"There's a crazy woman in Nishimura who goes berserk and bites anyone she sees. I prick her with a needle, and she immediately becomes well-behaved."

"Uh-huh."

Zhou Quan gave a perfunctory reply, quickening his pace as he walked, not taking it seriously at all.

Chen Mo quickly caught up, patting his chest with full confidence:

"To be honest, sir, in my entire life as a doctor, there's not a single disease I can't cure!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Quan couldn't help but scoff and blurt out.

"The last famous doctor who boasted like that would have had his head rolled long ago."

He was stunned for a moment as soon as he finished speaking.

Chen Mo immediately stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing:

"What do you mean by that, sir?"

"It's nothing. Just something I said offhand."

Zhou Quan waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Just spouting nonsense?"

Chen Mo stepped forward, grabbed his sleeve, and refused to let go.

"What do you mean by 'heads are gone'? You need to explain yourself clearly today!"

Zhou Quan struggled twice, but couldn't break free.

He stopped and looked the rustic old man up and down, then suddenly gave a cold laugh.

Since he's going to die anyway, there's no harm in telling him the truth.

"Fine, if you want to know, I'll let you die knowing why."

Zhou Quan lowered his voice, each word icy cold:

"Over the years, all the doctors who came to the palace to treat the Empress have been beheaded; not one of them has survived."

The smile on Chen Mo's face instantly froze completely.

He stared intently at Chen Mo and said bluntly.

"To put it bluntly, if you don't die, we will."

"The Imperial Medical Academy originally had dozens of physicians, but over the past ten years, only a handful remain. The renowned doctors outside are all very skilled; they would rather go home to farm than go to the palace to die."

"The job posting has been up for years and no one's taken it. We finally got you, the fearless one... You're our scapegoat."

Chen Mo panicked instantly, his voice trembling slightly, his face filled with fear: "My lord... save me!"

"No one can save you, accept your fate."

Zhou Quan shook off his hand, turned around and continued walking forward, casually adding:

"But don't worry, we'll find a way to get your thousand taels of silver to your family."

They talk a good game, but once the person dies, the money naturally goes to them.

Zhou Quan's steps became increasingly light, without the slightest hint of guilt.

Just then, Chen Mo's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Master Zhou."

A thorough review.

The old man, who had been trembling and hunched over just moments before, quietly straightened his back.

A sharp, cold glint suddenly flashed in those cloudy, yellowish old eyes.

Whether it can be cured or not, we'll find out soon.

Chen Mo's tone was calm, yet brimming with confidence:

"Besides... it's not certain who will die."

Zhou Quan felt a sudden panic and a chill ran down his spine.

But upon closer inspection, it was still that same hunched-over, poor, and ordinary old doctor carrying an old medicine box.

The intimidating aura he felt just now seemed to be merely his imagination.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up! Her Majesty is waiting for her consultation!"

He urged them on, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart.

Chen Mo followed behind him, walking forward at a leisurely pace.

The inner palace was silent, so quiet that only the sound of wind blowing leaves could be heard.

All the palace maids and eunuchs walked close to the wall, not daring to breathe loudly.

Two guards with swords stood solemnly at the entrance of the garden, their voices deep and steady.

A master in the late stage of the Transformation Realm, equivalent to the strength of a county magistrate, is merely a gatekeeper in this imperial palace.

The vermilion gates of the palace were tightly closed.

Zhou Quan stopped at the doorway, refusing to take another step forward.

"I can only take you this far."

He gave a perfunctory bow and turned to leave.

After walking a dozen steps, he couldn't help but glance back at the palace gate.

Another scapegoat. Now they can have some peace and quiet for a while.

A young maid stepped forward to lead the way, keeping her head down and eyes lowered throughout, her attitude respectful, only giving repeated instructions.

When you see the Empress, do not look up or stare, and do not ask or say anything.

The maid led Chen Mo to the stone table in the courtyard and said softly:

"Please wait a moment, sir, the Empress will be out shortly."

Chen Mo obediently sat down, placing his hands on his lap.

A moment later, a graceful figure in palace attire emerged from the inner room.

Chen Mo's eyes flickered slightly.

Exquisite beauty!

The woman had exquisitely beautiful features, snow-white skin, and a magnificent dress that exuded royal elegance.

Only a lingering sorrow remained between his brows, and his eyes held faint dark circles, filled with melancholy and weariness.

She wore a moon-white white dress, with exquisite lotus patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

She stood quietly in the courtyard, and all the blooming flowers in the garden paled in comparison.

Chen Mo's cloudy old eyes lit up for a brief moment before immediately dimming again.

He remained outwardly calm, but a fire instantly ignited within him.

The spirit of Mengde burns brightly beneath this old body.

"This humble subject greets Your Majesty."

Chen Mo bowed in greeting.

His back was completely bent, and between his lowered eyes and brows, there was a calculation that no one noticed.

That old emperor, ignoring such a beautiful woman, insists on cultivating some "Nine Yin Manual," only to benefit that lecherous old man.