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Zhou Chang woke up from a nightmare and felt his throat burning before he even opened his eyes.

When I sat up, I realized that it was pitch black outside the window. I was probably still late at night.

Yesterday, after having lunch with the emperor, she and Concubine Xin returned to their own bedrooms.

The emperor was old, and his health had deteriorated in recent years, so he did not often need his concubines to sleep with him.

Zhou Chang even secretly rejoiced this time.

Her throat felt like it was on fire. She wanted to ask someone to pour her a glass of water, but no sound came out.

Zhou Chang immediately felt something was wrong.

Her throat was dry, itchy and painful. She was very familiar with the symptoms caused by colds and fevers in her previous life, but this time it was different. Her throat just felt burning for no reason and she couldn't make any sound.

She even thought about the dream just now. She dreamed that she was lost in the desert, with no one around. Her throat was dry and she wanted to drink water. She finally found a pool of water. As soon as she scooped up the water to drink, it turned into sand in her mouth, causing her to suffocate and cough.

She was awakened by coughing, but her throat still felt like it was filled with sand.

Could it be that someone drugged him and made his voice hoarse?

Zhou Chang immediately thought of the "Baojuan, Baojuan..." plot.

An Lingrong's voice was poisoned and made hoarse by Concubine Qi. She had just changed her identity and was completely in the dark.

Zhou Chang got down from the ground himself and woke up the palace maid Hong Xing in the outer room. She was Shen Rui's personal maid when she was at her mother's home, and she was brought in when she entered the palace.

Hong Xing was startled and hurried downstairs to get a fire stick to light the lamp.

Zhou Chang could not make any sound and could only gesture with his hands and say “ah, ah, ah…”

Hong Xing went to pour some warm water again.

Zhou Chang drank some water to moisten his throat. The water seemed to provide some relief when it passed through his throat, but once it entered his throat, his throat was still burning and he was unable to speak.

Hong Xing also started to panic and went to wake up the head maid, Aunt Zhu.

Aunt Zhu was already around fifty years old. After learning about Zhou Chang's condition, she said, "It may be a throat disease. It's not even daybreak yet, and the noble lady doesn't seem to have any serious problems. If we summon the imperial physician at this time, we may be criticized. It's better to wait until daybreak. I will report to the Imperial Concubine Yi, and then summon the imperial physician to treat him."

Zhou Chang had no other choice but to nod in agreement.

The three of them waited until dawn.

Then they waited until Aunt Zhu went to see Concubine Yi for instructions.

By the time Imperial Concubine Yi agreed to summon the imperial physician, it was already late in the morning.

The imperial physician examined Zhou Chang's pulse and throat, and concluded that "excessive fatigue, deficiency of qi and blood, and upward movement of internal heat have caused the hoarseness."

"Imperial Physician Xu, is our queen's throat okay?" Zhou Chang couldn't speak, so Aunt Zhu had to step in.

Imperial Physician Xu is in his fifties, with a round head, a round body, a pair of square eyes and a broad nose. He has maintained himself well, and his hair and beard are still almost black, which does not prevent him from giving people the impression of superb medical skills.

Especially when he was stroking his beard and thinking, he never forgot to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking like a famous doctor.

But in response to Aunt Zhu's question, Imperial Physician Xu did not directly answer. Instead, he handed the prescription to her, turned around and bowed slightly to Zhou Chang: "Wait for me to prescribe two doses of medicine. Your Majesty will surely see improvement after taking them."

Zhou Chang was anxious. What did "improvement" mean?

She wants to be able to speak normally, okay?

Aunt Zhu also asked, "Doctor Xu, will our queen be able to speak normally from now on?"

"It should be possible. But the medication is difficult to use and some may be mild or severe, some may be urgent or slow. It is hard to say when the disease will be fully healed." Imperial Physician Xu stroked his beard again.

Aunt Zhu understood and took out a silver note from her sleeve and handed it over: "Thank you, Lord Xu. Our queen's voice is very important. His Majesty often praises our queen for her beautiful voice and her speaking like singing. Please ask the imperial physician to prescribe an effective prescription and use the best medicinal materials to make our queen's voice heal as soon as possible."

"Of course, of course." Imperial Physician Xu took the banknote and agreed readily.

Aunt Zhu sent Doctor Xu out and dispatched a eunuch to get the medicine.

Hoarseness?

Zhou Chang didn't believe it and had no good feelings towards the imperial physician Xu who had just appeared.

While taking her pulse just now, she recalled what happened yesterday. Could it be that someone wanted to make her speechless for a period of time?

Yesterday at lunch, she and Concubine Xin had lunch with Emperor Lin in the west room of the treasure pavilion.

During this period, in order to practice, Zhou Chang and Shen Rui couldn't stop talking and told many interesting stories.

Later, when lunch was almost over, the imperial kitchen sent another soup, saying it was a new style, and invited the emperor and the two ladies to taste it.

Zhou Chang didn't know whether such a thing happened in the imperial palace in the past, but the emperor said the soup was too sweet after taking a sip and he didn't like it.

Concubine Jia then said that she also didn't like sweet food.

Zhou Chang was indifferent and was about to let it go.

Concubine Jia said, "Sister Rui always loves sweet food. I saw that she was busy talking and didn't eat much. Your Majesty, how about giving this bowl of soup to Sister Rui?"

Emperor Lin naturally agreed.

Zhou Chang found the soup was indeed to her liking, so she did not refuse.

Then the situation turned around and Concubine Jia was talking to the emperor while Zhou Chang was drinking soup on the side.

It was not enough for Zhou Chang to drink a small bowl, Concubine Jia personally served another bowl for him.

Zhou Chang could indeed drink, but he didn't care. He thought that Concubine Jia did it on purpose to create an opportunity for him to speak more with the Emperor.

After finishing the second bowl, Concubine Jia continued to persuade him and served him a third bowl.

Even if Zhou Chang wanted to, he couldn't drink the third bowl.

Instead, the emperor sighed when he saw Zhou Chang drank a lot, saying that he was old and it was better to be young and have a good appetite, but Zhou Chang ate as much as he could.

Zhou Chang drank the third bowl and was full of water.

Now that I think about it, Emperor Lin has been the emperor for so many years, no one in the palace would know what he likes.

The emperor doesn’t like sweet food. Doesn’t he know that he can’t eat sweet food?

The new product is sweet, and the soup is indeed too sweet according to the standards of this dimension, and only suits the appetite of modern people in the previous life.

That's why Zhou Chang liked it and ate a lot more without thinking.

After thinking about it carefully, could it be that there was something wrong with the soup that caused her throat to become unable to speak?

All speculation, no evidence.

Zhou Chang was unable to trace the case and could only accept his bad luck.

In the evening, the emperor came to visit her because he heard that her throat was sore and she couldn't get well, so he came to visit her.

Zhou Chang naturally expressed her gratitude profusely, just like a concubine in the harem.

"Ding, a customer has placed an order for a piece of emperor's daily uniform." The viewpoint system has been placing orders non-stop since it followed Zhou Chang into the palace.

Zhou Chang ignored it as usual.

Although the imperial palace is a huge warehouse of antiques, other things are easy to deal with, but what about the dragon robe worn by the emperor?

Isn't that like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth or sawing off the corners of a dragon's head?

"Ding, a customer has placed an order for an imperial robe." The viewpoint system continued to place orders regardless of life or death.

Zhou Chang remained silent.

The viewpoint system used its old trick again: "Reminder, the imperial robe is worth one million commissions, and ordinary imperial robes are worth one hundred thousand commissions each."

"How much?" Zhou Chang couldn't help but be moved. "I want to work hard to be a shining psychopath in this dull life."