The Emperor's complexion deepened into a shade of crimson, his accusatory gaze locked on Imperial Physician Yang. He seethed, "It was you who assured me back then that it wasn't a significant concern, that it could be remedied with medication!"
Imperial Physician Yang, trembling with fear under the Emperor's wrath, attempted to clarify his stance. "At that time, Your Majesty, the condition wasn't particularly severe. Just yesterday, I examined your pulse, and it didn't appear dire. I'm baffled by the sudden seriousness of it."
Qin Zhenzhen interjected, "If you'd like, I can explain the reason, Your Majesty."
The Emperor, his expression dark and brooding, reluctantly granted permission. "Speak!"
Qin Zhenzhen extended a pointed finger toward Beauty Jiang and implicated, "The credit for this situation lies with her!"
Beauty Jiang paled noticeably, though she made a concerted effort to maintain composure. "Your Majesty…"
