Your food and accommodation are tasteless..."

Xuanyuan Jing wanted to continue to get angry, but after hearing the queen's words, his face became a little more fearful.

"The medical skills passed down from our ancestors are just quacks."

The emperor glanced at Zhao Wujiang. Apart from being good-looking, he was useless. The queen must have been seriously ill and sought medical treatment.

At first, he was afraid that the imperial doctor would find out his secret, but this little eunuch with a quack doctor...maybe he could use it to silence the queen.

"Forget it, everyone else, step back!"

Qing'er pushed Zhao Wujiang's hand and motioned for him to come up, then closed the door and left.

Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing were left in the room.

Zhao Wujiang sat across from him, pressing one hand on Xuanyuan Jing's pulse point and narrowing his eyes slightly.

The emperor in front of him looked very young, with handsome eyebrows, fair cheeks and wrists. More importantly, Zhao Wujiang could faintly smell a faint fragrance.

This fragrance is very charming, it is not comparable to the kind of artificial spices, it is very natural and clear.

"Hurry up, I still have many memorials."

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Zhao Wujiang quietly, the coldness in his eyes unabated.

Feeling his pulse, Zhao Wujiang's eyes suddenly rippled soon.

Boom——
Chapter completed!