In the Imperial Palace, Mo Qingshan, amid the slightly inquisitive glances of the other princes, took the Emperor's pulse.
After a while, he stroked his beard and said to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, your illness is not any incurable disease, but merely the result of excessive worrying."
Upon hearing this, a trace of joy surfaced on the Emperor's face, "Divine Doctor, are your words true?"
When Mo Qingshan put on airs, he indeed looked quite imposing. His white hair and the air of an immortal about him would convince anyone that he was the "Divine Doctor" Li Mingjue had spoken of.
He nodded slightly, "Yes, just allow me to prepare a prescription and after a few days of adjustment for Your Majesty, you should see results."
The Emperor quickly raised his hand for someone to bring paper and ink, watching Mo Qingshan with earnest eyes.
