The cold emperor reigns supreme, the arrogant empress begs for a truce.

Chapter Twenty-Four: You Are Not My King

As expected, what Ziyan said after returning was exactly what Leng Yuling had guessed: Consort Ma claimed that she was still ill and therefore would not see any guests, not even the concubines, let alone a mere palace maid.

Leng Yuling nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Ziyan asked in confusion, "Your Highness, Consort Ma is not seeing anyone except the Emperor right now. Don't worry, once Consort Ma recovers, she will definitely come to pay her respects to you in person."

Leng Yuling glanced at Ziyan, who had no idea why she insisted on seeing Consort Ma.

"Aren't all the imperial physicians here quacks? It's just a minor cold, and they've been treating it for so many days without getting better." Before Ziyan could speak, Leng Yuling continued, "Quacks, absolutely quacks."

"My lady..."

Before Ziyan could finish speaking, Leng Yuling interrupted her again: "How about this, you take me to her place, and I'll go see her."

Leng Yuling was still curious when she went to see Ma Zhiyun, but when she saw Ma Zhiyun's pale and bloodless face, her curiosity remained, but it was now more like a doctor's curiosity about a patient, rather than anything else.

"I am unable to rise to pay my respects to the Empress, and I hope the Empress will forgive me." Leaning against the sickbed, Ma Zhiyun looked at Leng Yuling and said apologetically.

Leng Yuling didn't mince words with her, but asked directly, "It's not just a simple case of catching a cold, is it?"

Upon hearing Leng Yuling's words, Ma Zhiyun was taken aback, and a fleeting look of panic crossed her face. It quickly disappeared, but Leng Yuling still noticed it. The more she looked like this, the more certain she became that Ma Zhiyun's illness was definitely not simple.

Just as she was about to step forward to take his pulse, she was interrupted by someone walking in through the door. A stern voice came from the doorway: "This is none of your business, and it's not something you should be concerned with. You just need to be a good empress."

“I don’t care if she’s a concubine or a commoner. In my eyes, she’s just a patient.” Leng Yuling looked at Mo Zhen, who had just finished speaking and had a sullen face, paused, and then looked at Ma Zhiyun on the bed and said, “And she’s seriously ill.”

"Leng Yuling!" Mo Zhen rebuked her before she could finish speaking, "Have I been too lenient with you, to the point that you think you can do whatever you want?"

It was clear that Mo Zhen was very angry, even wishing that Leng Yuling would disappear from this place. However, the angrier he was, the more Leng Yuling could see through his words.

Also, Leng Yuling is not afraid of him.

“Mo Zhen, you are the emperor of this country, but you must remember that you are not my king,” Leng Yuling suddenly said seriously.

After saying that, before Mo Zhen could speak, she walked to the bedside, grabbed Ma Zhiyun's hand, and just as her hand touched Ma Zhiyun's pulse, Mo Zhen grabbed her hand and pulled Ma Zhiyun's wrist away.

"Leng Yuling, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to come here again. Yun'er's palace is not a place for you!" If it weren't for the veins on Mo Zhen's neck, Leng Yuling really wouldn't have expected him to be so angry.

"Don't think I won't take action against you." Mo Zhen stared into Leng Yuling's eyes, not even realizing that his own eyes were bloodshot. The coldness made Leng Yuling pause for a moment, not out of fear, but out of amusement.

She stared straight at Mo Zhen, gave a cold laugh, and casually said, "I even saved your life, what more do you want from me?"

She paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "Besides, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Having died once and been reborn, what else does Leng Yuling have to fear?