High-class maid

Chapter 155 Whose Child Am I?

Song Wenyang slowly raised his head. He still dared not look directly at the Emperor, but that did not stop the Emperor from being shocked upon seeing him. Now the young man raised his head to face him directly, and from the initial three-tenths resemblance, he was exactly the same as him when he was young!

"Since you are not feeling well, why don't I have the imperial physician take your pulse?" the emperor asked him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but I am just an ordinary person and it is not worthy of Your Majesty sending the imperial physician." Song Wenyang did not know what the emperor was up to, but he figured that being polite was always a good thing.

Upon hearing Song Wenyang's words, the Emperor thought of his fourth prince, who had summoned most of the imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital just a few days ago for a slight cough. Comparing the two, the Emperor felt even more guilty.

"It's alright. It just so happens that I need to check Ping An's pulse today anyway. It's just a matter of convenience." After saying that, he instructed the eunuch behind him to summon the imperial physician.

As the eunuch left, he thought to himself, "Your Majesty, didn't your personal physician just come to check your pulse yesterday? Now that he's summoned the physician again, I wonder what the princes and ministers are thinking." The eunuch shook his head and resignedly left.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Song Wenyang stood up again to express his gratitude.

"It's alright. I see you're uncomfortable with your eyes down, so I'll allow you to look up and speak." The Emperor's tone softened further.

"Yes." After Song Wenyang finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at the Emperor. Just that one glance made him freeze in place.

The Emperor of Qin, sitting before him, had a high, straight nose, just like him. Upon closer inspection, one could also see a mole between their eyebrows. Clearly, the Emperor had also noticed the mole, and his smile widened.

Song Wenyang wasn't stupid. This one glance gave him a shock that was unprecedented in both his lives. He never imagined that he was actually the emperor's son, that the emperor knew about it, or that he wasn't surnamed Song.

No wonder his career in his past life was so smooth, no wonder the emperor cared so much about him; it turns out everything had a reason.

But why doesn't he want himself? Why doesn't he acknowledge himself? Why does he leave himself to face everything alone? He'd rather he really had the surname Song!

Song Wenyang went from initial shock to acceptance, and finally to sadness. Having lived two lives, it was time to let go. Since he didn't want her, she wouldn't rush to him.

In an instant, Song Wenyang thought of so many things, and her eyes filled with stubborn tears.

Just as the two were feeling awkward, the eunuch entered with the imperial physician. He seemed oblivious to the awkward atmosphere in the side hall, and said with a smile...

"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Qin has arrived."

"Imperial Physician Qin, he can't sleep well and is plagued by nightmares. Go and check his pulse to see what's wrong," the Emperor ordered.

The imperial physician bowed his head in agreement and carried his medicine box toward Song Wenyang.

The pulse-taking process took a long time, so long that Song Wenyang lost his patience. Only then did the imperial physician withdraw his hand, consider for a moment, and ask...

"Is the young master taking a sedative?"

“Exactly,” Song Wenyang replied, his thin lips barely moving.

"Young Master's condition is not simply a matter of nightmares. The tranquilizer can only provide a defensive effect. If he drinks it for a long time, his memory will deteriorate, and the tranquilizer will no longer be effective for him," the imperial physician said.

"What exactly is the illness?" the Emperor asked anxiously.

"This... Your Majesty, it seems you have been poisoned by a curse," the imperial physician said cautiously.

"What?!" The Emperor was shocked. Although he had heard from the Second Prince that Song Wenyang had been bewitched, he did not believe it. He thought that the Second Prince was just making it up to gain favor with him. He never expected that the child would actually be bewitched!

"Is there a way to cure it completely?" the Emperor asked anxiously.

Song Wenyang was not moved by his anxiety, and even looked down on him.

"Your Majesty, I do not know how to cure the Gu poison, but I can prescribe the best calming medicine, which will contain the Tian Shan Snow Lotus, which is only available in the Imperial Palace. This way, before the Gu poison is cured, this young master can drink the calming medicine for a long time without any adverse effects on his health," said Imperial Physician Qin.

"Open it quickly! Is the Tian Shan Snow Lotus enough? If you need any other good medicinal herbs, write them down as well!" the Emperor said anxiously.

Imperial Physician Qin didn't know who could warrant such a high regard from the Emperor, but out of professional ethics and the third rule of his life-saving manual, he didn't even dare to look up, fearing he might witness some secret. However, this imperial physician was indeed quite skilled; in the pre-treatment diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, he was able to accurately diagnose that Song Wenyang was under a spell, even just by performing auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

"Your Majesty, all that is needed is the Tianshan Snow Lotus, but... if you want to avoid any side effects, you need one dose a day..." This was the first time Imperial Physician Qin had treated such a patient, and he treated Song Wenyang as his own patient. Seeing that the Emperor did not object to the Tianshan Snow Lotus, he boldly fought for the benefit of his patient.

"It's alright, as long as there are no side effects, there's plenty of snow lotus. Go and write the prescription, and go to the storeroom to get the snow lotus." After the Emperor finished speaking, he instructed Eunuch Su behind him.

When Eunuch Su saw Song Wenyang's face, he guessed that this man was no ordinary person. Now, hearing that the Emperor wanted him to retrieve the snow lotus from the storeroom, the introspective Eunuch Su, with his ever-present inner monologue, muttered to himself as he walked.

"Pick! Pick the biggest! Pick the best!"

After everyone had left the side hall, the Emperor glanced at Song Wenyang again, then quickly looked away, as if afraid Song Wenyang would notice. After a moment of silence, the Emperor mustered his courage and asked...

Have you had breakfast yet?

"Your Majesty, I have already used it."

"Oh."

"Aren't you cold?" the Emperor asked again.

Looking at the three exquisite charcoal braziers in the side hall, Song Wenyang replied, "Your Majesty, this humble subject is not cold."

"Oh."

"Are you feeling alright now?" the Emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, I feel no discomfort whatsoever. Perhaps I do, but I've simply gotten used to it."

"I'm used to it..." the Emperor murmured, his guilt deepening. He then asked...

"Are you fifteen years old this year? Are you married? Or do you want to pass the imperial examinations first? Are you confident in your ability to succeed?"

Upon hearing the Emperor's question, Song Wenyang felt utterly hypocritical. A slight, mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he replied, almost as if possessed,...

"I am not married; I prefer men."

"Cough cough." Upon hearing this, the Emperor spat out a mouthful of tea. Without even wiping his mouth with a handkerchief, he stammered, "..."

"Wh-what? You, you like men? Is this what Old Song taught you?!" The last sentence was almost shouted out.

"Yes, I find women troublesome, not as straightforward as men." Song Wenyang's answer was like a knife piercing the emperor's heart.

The emperor dared not ask any more questions. This child was even more unruly than he had been in his youth. Indeed, he liked him.

If the Crown Prince were present, he would definitely shout indignantly, "Why! Why is it considered individualistic for him to like men! I get scolded for eating one more bite of my favorite dish!"

The atmosphere became awkward once again…

"Whose child am I?" Song Wenyang's words were like a thunderbolt, so shocking that the emperor choked on his tea.