The Emperor has been moved out, their objective has been achieved.
This is naturally a cause for joy.
The Empress also breathed out a sigh of relief.
Privately, she called for Imperial Physician Dong, who had prescribed the Emperor with potency-enhancing herbs, and ferociously reprimanded him, threatening him with charges of conspiracy and treason if he dared to prescribe such medicine again to the Emperor.
Imperial Physician Dong stood there taking the scolding, with his grievances seeping into his heart.
He was just a doctor. If the Emperor requested a prescription, could he really refuse?
In this Imperial Palace, who held more authority: the Emperor or the Empress? Didn't she understand?
Her calling him over to scold him was nothing more than a way to vent her anger.
Imperial Physician Dong had nothing to retort. He waited for the Empress to be finished so he could return to his work.
The Emperor's prescription still had to be dispensed.
What else could be done?
