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Zhang Gaoyi nodded slightly after hearing this, and said in agreement: "According to what you said, this kid can indeed be called a rare and good material."

Ye Zifen continued, "It's not just that. When I first fought him, I had the upper hand, but it didn't take long for him to get used to my attack rhythm. After that, he got hit less and less often, and it only took a short time. I have to say, his ability to withstand pressure is really outstanding!"

Zhang Gaoyi said with a proud look on his face: "What do you think? My vision is still pretty good, right? Looking at the current development of the situation, don't you agree with my idea?"

Ye Zifen nodded slightly to show her agreement, but then she said worriedly: "I have always supported your idea, but most of the people in the Tiger Army have close ties with us, so when making a decision, we must be cautious."

Zhang Gaoyi knew that what Ye Zifen said was absolutely right, so he quickly responded, "Of course I understand this, but this will really be too much trouble for you."

Ye Zifen smiled and responded gently, "It's okay. As long as we can get things done, all the efforts will be worth it. By the way, I have to tell you that I need to go to the palace tomorrow, and then go to Fu Ke Lai to get medicine. I'm afraid I can't accompany you. Can you handle it alone?"

Zhang Gaoyi patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, have you forgotten? Jia Mingyu will come to visit tomorrow morning. With him as my companion, I will definitely not feel bored."

However, when Ye Zifen said the following words, Zhang Gaoyi couldn't help but reveal a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Ye Zifen solemnly warned: "When facing Jia Mingyu, don't be too restrained or concerned about anything. If there is any need or emergency, remember to call the servant in to help you deal with it immediately."

It turned out that just after dinner, when Ye Zifen asked two servants about Zhang Gaoyi's condition today, one of the servants mentioned that Zhang Gaoyi was sweating all over and also mentioned that he was holding his urine.

Ye Zifen thought to herself, this guy, sometimes he really wants to save face but ends up suffering for it.

At this time, the night had already fallen, time passed quietly, and it was already past midnight.

Ye Zifen knew that it was getting late, so she hurried to the side couch to rest. Seeing this, Zhang Gaoyi on the other side also tactfully shut his mouth and stopped talking.

He sat there silently, thinking constantly in his mind where to start telling Jia Mingyu those important things tomorrow.

When the first ray of dawn in the morning broke through the sky and awakened the sleeping earth, Ye Zifen slowly woke up.

After washing up and having a simple breakfast, she hurried towards the palace gate.

The bright sunshine gently fell on her delicate body like a golden veil, but even so, the warm light still could not dispel the heavy haze lingering in her heart.

Ye Zifen was thinking that she should first go to the palace to pay her respects to His Majesty, and then go to Fu Ke Lai to carefully plan the subsequent arrangements.

Because the emperor personally ordered yesterday to cancel today's morning court, many matters have been piled up and need to be dealt with at today's morning court. All officials, big and small, in the court have to come to attend this court meeting without exception.

When Ye Zifen arrived at the palace gate, she saw the ministers entering in an orderly manner.

They were all dressed in gorgeous and solemn court robes, their expressions were solemn and unsmiling, and their steps were hurried and heavy.

Some of the ministers lowered their heads and whispered to each other, seemingly exchanging their views and opinions on today's court affairs; while other ministers kept their lips tightly closed and remained silent, but their eyes revealed a hint of deep consideration for the upcoming court affairs.

Ye Zifen stood quietly at one side, watching the scene in front of her silently.

Her lively eyes moved slightly, and she secretly guessed in her heart: Today's court will probably be turbulent and magnificent. I wonder what kind of thrilling political struggle will be triggered?

After some thought, Ye Zifen estimated that most of the state affairs might be handled by the prince. With this in mind, she calmed herself down a little and decided to step into the palace.

Unexpectedly, the guards responsible for guarding the palace gate did not stop her, and thus Ye Zifen successfully entered the palace.

The emperor still went to the court alone to handle government affairs.

She was mixed in the bustling crowd, walking towards the palace slowly and heavily.

At this moment, her heart, which was already hanging in the air, became even heavier because of the worry that kept surging in her heart.

Ye Zifen just stood there quietly, motionless, like a sculpture.

Her beautiful eyes were always staring forward, as if she wanted to see through the palace gates to see everything that was happening inside.

Time passed by minute by minute, but for Ye Zifen, it seemed as if every day was a year.

At this moment, in addition to her, the two imperial doctors who were responsible for treating the emperor also hurried over.

Although they were old acquaintances, at this moment, Ye Zifen did not feel the joy of reunion at all.

The faces of the two imperial doctors were also filled with deep worry, as if they were shrouded by a dark cloud.

Their appearance instantly increased Ye Zifen's worries about the emperor's physical condition.

Ye Zifen was seen tightly grasping the beautifully embroidered handkerchief in her hand. Her fingertips had even begun to turn white due to excessive force.

From time to time, her gaze passed over the heads of the crowd and looked into the depths of the palace, praying secretly in her heart that she could hear good news about the emperor's illness as soon as possible.

At the same time, the two imperial doctors also had solemn expressions on their faces and kept pacing back and forth in the hall.

Their steps were hurried and disordered, revealing their extreme anxiety and restlessness.

Occasionally, they would stop and cast anxious glances toward the tightly closed palace door, as if reassuring news would come from there the next moment.

In comparison, Ye Zifen was relatively calm.

She stood quietly by the side, with her hands folded in front of her.

However, if you look closely, you will find that on her seemingly calm face, a few subtle traces of sadness have already quietly emerged.

Especially the slightly furrowed brows, which revealed her deep fear and anxiety without reservation.