Hong Zhao heard Qing Wu's words, paused with her hand on the handwarmer, then smiled faintly, showing no sign of panic whatsoever.
"What's the rush? Even if accusations are to be made, they need evidence to support them."
"But Miss... your servant feels that man isn't simple..."
Since Qing Wu had been given to Hong Zhao by Qi Wuya, she had learnt to distinguish who was a quack and who had genuine medical expertise.
The elderly man, despite his age, showed not a trace of decrepitude.
Clearly, he knew how to maintain his health.
Such a person couldn't possibly be unversed in medical skills.
"Enough."
Hong Zhao remained indifferent, still seemingly distracted.
She looked as if she had everything under control.
Yet, inside she did feel some turmoil, "The Emperor really isn't easy to fool. He has been preventing Sang Yan from coming these days, probably guarding against me."
But what's the point of guarding against her?
Her target was not Sang Yan.
"Qing Wu, come here."
