“What is your assessment?”
The Empress Dowager’s tone suggested that she might send Hwayeong out of the palace if the news was bad.
Hwayeong perked up her ears to listen as the physician respectfully bowed and spoke.
“Empress Dowager, I don’t know how you see it, but she has an exceptionally strong pulse. It’s so vigorous that I would use it as a teaching example for my students. Her pulse is perfect and flawless, without a single weak point, making her the healthiest candidate I have encountered so far.”
As the physician continued to prattle on about her “beautiful” pulse, Hwayeong bit her lip in frustration.
‘Damn it. Why does this damn body of mine have to be so annoyingly healthy?’
While Hwayeong was silently cursing her robust health, the Queen asked the physician another question.
“So, there’s no issue with her bearing imperial heirs?”
“Rest assured, Your Majesty. She could easily bear twelve sons.”
“Is that so?”
