In the Royal study,
Mo Qingshan clutched at his lungs, desperately coughing. He had just been infuriated by the Marquis of Jian'an to near death and still hadn't recovered.
Nangong Yi sat on the Dragon Chair, watching Mo Qingshan, who was struggling to catch his breath while coughing, and said, "So many years have passed, and Uncle's illness still hasn't improved. It's often said that experts reside among the common people, so why don't I issue an imperial decree tomorrow and recruit some skilful doctors from among the populace to treat Uncle? Wouldn't it be good if his ailment could be cured once and for all?"
