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At this moment in the side hall, besides Shangguan Ying, there were also the two imperial doctors standing quietly aside.

At this point, Ye Zifen finally understood where the eunuch had gone. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh softly. When Shangguan Ying saw the emperor coming, he immediately bowed to the emperor according to the etiquette of the Jianghu.

The emperor stared at Shangguan Ying quietly, his eyes were deep and sharp, but he did not reveal the slightest bit of blame.

He nodded slightly to show his approval, then sat down gracefully on the couch and stretched out one hand forward.

At this time, Ye Zifen, who was standing aside, had a pleading look on her face and looked at Shangguan Ying beside her with earnest eyes.

Shangguan Ying frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the emperor's outstretched hand, her expression focused and solemn, as if she was examining an extremely precious object.

She stretched out her jade hand and gently placed it on the emperor's pulse.

In an instant, the entire side hall fell into deathly silence. It was so quiet that one could even clearly hear the slightly rapid breathing of everyone present due to nervousness.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's heart was in her throat. She opened her eyes wide, staring intently at every subtle expression on Shangguan Ying's face, eager to find even the slightest glimmer of hope from it.

Shangguan Ying's fingers danced and moved gently on the emperor's wrist like a nimble butterfly.

Sometimes pressing gently, sometimes touching with a little more force, every movement seems so cautious and meticulous.

At this moment, time seems to be infinitely stretched, and every minute and every second passes extremely slowly.

At the same time, the two imperial doctors who had been waiting nearby also had tense expressions and kept whispering to each other, as if they were speculating and discussing Shangguan Ying's diagnostic methods and possible conclusions.

In contrast, the emperor himself seemed exceptionally calm and composed.

He sat upright on the couch, his posture straight as a pine tree, his face calm as water.

Only in those deep eyes, there was a barely perceptible glimmer of expectation.

After a long wait, Shangguan Ying finally gently released her delicate hand from the emperor's pulse.

Seeing this, Ye Zifen could no longer suppress her anxiety and asked impatiently, "Master, what's going on?"

In response to his apprentice's question, Shangguan Ying remained silent at first. After a short pause, he slowly blurted out, "The Emperor's pulse..."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone saw that the eyes of everyone in the room were all directed towards her as if attracted by a magnet.

Shangguan Ying first calmly turned his gaze towards the emperor.

The emperor looked solemn, but spoke in a calm tone: "I have full confidence in all of you present here, so you can speak freely. But please remember that once you leave this room, you will forget about it."

Shangguan Ying nodded his head to show his agreement, and then said slowly: "If we judge based on the emperor's current physical condition, your life span is only about half a month."

As soon as she said this, the room fell into silence, followed by a burst of uproar.

Everyone present was stunned, especially the two imperial doctors, whose eyes were wide open as if their eyeballs were about to pop out, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

It should be noted that they have been practicing medicine for many years and are proud of their medical skills, but they have no way of judging the exact length of the emperor's life after taking a certain medicine.

But now the woman in front of him could actually say such a conclusion so confidently, which showed that her medical skills were far superior to both of them.

Ye Zifen, who had been standing by, was also shocked when she heard this.

She never expected that the emperor's life had come to an end. In an instant, her face, which had been as beautiful as a flower, turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if a candle was about to fall in the wind.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment and fear, as if she had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his body leaning forward slightly, his hands crossed under his chin, his brows tightly locked together, forming a deep furrow.

His eyes, which were originally as sharp as an eagle's, now became deep and worried, like two bottomless pools, making it difficult to peek into his true thoughts.

The emperor was rapidly thinking about the unfinished matters, one after another, flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Every time he thought of something, his heart sank a little. Time was running out, and he was not sure whether he could arrange these things properly within half a month.

At this moment, the emperor's gaze slowly shifted to Ye Zifen who was standing not far below.

When he saw that familiar face, a hint of guilt finally appeared in his eyes.

There was also a hint of helplessness and some regret in that guilty look.

The emperor smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said softly to Ye Zifen, "Fifth girl! I have always thought that I treated you and Duke Chongguo quite well. However, it was not until this moment that I realized that I had always been too self-righteous."

However, at this moment Ye Zifen was completely immersed in her own thoughts and did not hear clearly what the emperor said.

She just subconsciously raised her head and looked at Shangguan Ying beside her, her eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling slightly, and asked in an almost pleading tone: "Master, can you...can you..."

The following words became unclear due to excessive excitement, but from her pleading eyes, anyone could understand what she wanted to express.

Shangguan Ying stood there quietly, her brows tightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes revealing a deep helplessness and entanglement.

She originally did not want to get involved in the complicated affairs of the royal family and the court, and just wanted to be a quiet bystander.

However, faced with such an earnest request from her most beloved disciple, her hard heart couldn't help but soften.

There was silence all around, as if even the air had frozen.

Everyone present held their breath and stared at Shangguan Ying, anxiously waiting for her final answer.

Shangguan Ying sighed softly, and this sigh seemed to carry thousands of years of time and endless vicissitudes of life.

Her movements were as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, but her sigh was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

He looked at Ye Zifen again.