The Emperor’s face was as dark as a storm-laden sky, and the sight of it made my heart hammer against my ribs.
His question, "Just who are you, anyway?" felt like a sharp blade piercing my very core. I forced down my rising panic and struggled to maintain my composure. After all, I’ve weathered my fair share of tempests—this little squall was nothing!
"Your Majesty, I am but a physician who heals the sick and saves the dying. Where does this talk of 'who I am' come from?" I lowered my head slightly, keeping my tone respectful, even as I railed inwardly: The Emperor’s acting is a bit much, isn't it? Could that Old Thief Wei have fed him some kind of love potion?
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