Hei Jingyou sat in his study, wandering through his thoughts as he finished his royal duties for the day and the countless letters he had to read. You eventually came to mind, of course—the calculating tyrant scheming in his head what to do to visit his royal physician once more as his gaze went to the letter opener on his desk.

Was it foolish? Perhaps, but he didn't care a single bit. Jingyou applied pressure over his robes and to the wound on his abdomen as he calmly made his way to where your office was located.

The air in the palace corridors felt heavy with anticipation as servants scrambled out of his path, heads bowed in畏惧. The emperor's footsteps echoed against the marble floors, each step bringing him closer to your chambers.

Jingyou felt a small tug on his lips as he reached the room and made his way inside without knocking. "Physician, I have yet another injury," he announced in a low voice as he sat on the edge of the bed that was in the room, his face contorting in feigned pain. "A cut on my lower abdomen, I fear..."