latelenovela Chapter 105 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
Chapter 105 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
"My lord! If His Majesty discovers that you are feigning illness, you will be committing the grave crime of deceiving the emperor!"
Cui'er paced back and forth in the room anxiously, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a solution, feeling as flustered and helpless as an ant on a hot pan.
Eating hot pot around a stove is already an extremely crazy thing to do, but their master actually dared to lie to His Majesty the Emperor in the Golden Palace, claiming that he was sick and needed to rest for a whole month!
Just then, with a "whoosh," a small, thin eunuch rushed into the room like a gust of wind. However, because he ran too fast, his toes accidentally hooked on the threshold, and he instantly lost his balance. He was about to fall flat on his back in a sorry state.
"My lord! It's... terrible! All the imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital have arrived and are waiting at our gate!" The young eunuch, still in shock, stammered as he reported.
Mu Wanwan's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with disbelief.
She muttered to herself, "In ancient times, most people traveled on foot, so how could these people be so fast? I had barely stepped into my house when they caught up with me and arrived here!"
"Cui'er, hurry! Quickly help me change my clothes!" Mu Wanwan urged anxiously.
At this moment, Cui'er's heart was pounding with anxiety. If this performance went wrong, the entire household would likely be held accountable.
Cui'er hurriedly rummaged through the wardrobe and found a clean and tidy set of clothes, then quickly helped Mu Wanwan change into them.
Before long, Cui'er hurriedly led the imperial physicians into the room.
Mu Wanwan had already obediently lay on the bed. When she saw the imperial physicians filing in, she quickly used her arms to support herself and made a gesture as if she wanted to struggle to sit up.
Upon seeing this, the imperial physician at the front quickly stepped forward and gently supported Mu Wanwan with both hands.
"Your Excellency, please, please don't move!"
Mu Wanwan pretended to cough violently while covering her mouth with her hand, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She seemed to have used up all her strength, and slowly lay back on the bed, looking weak and powerless. Her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, and she looked to be in great pain.
Seeing this, Cui'er hurriedly stepped forward and carefully pulled the blanket up for Mu Wanwan, afraid that the slightest flaw would reveal her mistress's secret.
The imperial physician, who was about to take Mu Wanwan's pulse, extended his right hand, about to touch her wrist, when Cui'er quickly pulled out a snow-white handkerchief from her side, gently placed it on Mu Wanwan's wrist, and said apologetically to the imperial physician, "Imperial Physician, I'm so sorry, my mistress has always been a germaphobe, I hope you can understand."
In fact, Cui'er didn't understand what "germaphobia" meant at all. She had only obeyed Mu Wanwan's advice because Mu Wanwan had secretly told her to say it to the imperial physician.
Upon hearing Cui'er's words, the imperial physician was puzzled and bewildered, as he had clearly never heard of the term "obsessive-compulsive disorder" before.
Seeing that the handkerchief had been placed properly, he thought there must be a reason for it. The imperial physician did not ask too many questions or make a fuss. Instead, he began to take Mu Wanwan's pulse through the thin handkerchief.
The imperial physician's expression became extremely strange, alternating between pale and ashen, before he finally let out a helpless sigh. He then slowly stood up, offering his seat and gesturing for someone behind him to allow him to enter.
Following his gaze, everyone saw another imperial physician quickly approach and take over taking Mu Wanwan's pulse. A tense and mysterious atmosphere filled the room; everyone held their breath, quietly awaiting the final diagnosis.
These two imperial physicians were highly respected and possessed the most exquisite medical skills in the Imperial Medical Academy. Under normal circumstances, they only took the pulse and treated the emperor and empress dowager. Today, they came to treat Mu Wanwan, carrying the weight and reputation of the entire Imperial Medical Academy.
The two imperial physicians exchanged a glance, then went to a corner of the room to talk quietly. Their faces were no longer serious and heavy as before.
A moment later, the head imperial physician bowed before Mu Wanwan's bedside. "Prime Minister Mu, you have indeed caught a cold. Your symptoms are probably quite pronounced right now. I will go back and get you two doses of medicine. After you finish drinking it, you will be cured."
As usual, Cui'er gave the imperial physician a reward and made arrangements. After seeing the physician off, she collapsed to the ground.
She patted her chest, feeling a sense of relief, thankful that her master hadn't been found out that he was faking his illness.
Mu Wanwan didn't care. As soon as the imperial physician left, she got out of bed, and Cui'er quickly pushed her back into the room.
"Master, you'll have to work hard these next few days. Stay inside and don't let outsiders see you looking so energetic."
Mu Wanwan couldn't stand it. Every second in the deep palace felt like an eternity. If only she weren't in the palace. Other prime ministers could go home after the morning court session and go out shopping, drinking tea, and meeting friends when they had free time, but he couldn't go anywhere.
Because she was claiming to be ill, and with Cui'er supervising her, she didn't dare to be too arrogant. What was even more terrifying was that the Imperial Hospital directly prepared the medicine and delivered it to her door. As the head of everyone in the Imperial Hospital, she had to be supervised to drink every last drop. When she complained and didn't want to drink it, the imperial physician would advise her that good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the illness.
It's already the third day of her sick leave, and Mu Wanwan is resting quietly on her bed.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the door: "The Emperor has arrived!"
The sound startled Mu Wanwan, who quickly shrank into the thick quilt like a frightened rabbit, pulling it tightly under her chin, afraid that the Emperor would discover something amiss.
Cui'er, who was standing nearby, reacted very quickly. She deftly picked up a small box from the side, opened the lid quickly, dipped her finger into the contents (which were unknown) and applied it to Mu Wanwan's face.
The emperor strode in, and Cui'er knelt down to pay her respects with a thud. Then she carefully stepped aside, secretly sweating with relief for her master.
"Ahem...Your Majesty!"
Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Mu Wanwan mustered her strength, quickly lifted a corner of the blanket, and made as if to get up and get out of bed to pay her respects.
She had just moved her feet to the edge of the bed, before they even touched the ground, when the emperor raised a hand and said, "Since you are ill, there is no need for formalities."
As he spoke, Mu Chenfeng's sharp gaze fell condescendingly on Mu Wanwan's face.
In fact, Mu Chenfeng had been holding back for three whole days, but in the end he could not suppress the urge to come and take a look.
He knew that Mu Wanwan was faking illness, so he still wanted to see how the prime minister's condition was.