Chapter 92: The Miracle Doctor Is a Fraud
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Under the Head Physician’s interrogation, the furious glares of the Yu siblings, and the Emperor’s deathly stare, the man finally admitted with trembling fear that he was no miracle doctor at all—just a fraud.
The Emperor, enraged, immediately ordered the fraud and the Yu family trio dragged out for execution.
At this critical moment, Yu Jiao Jiao recalled the events surrounding Yu Zi Xuan’s recovery years ago. A faint suspicion stirred within her—perhaps Yu Zhi Yi had played a role in the miracle. She beseeched the Emperor to summon Yu Zhi Yi to the palace to clean up their mess…
Ahem, to treat the Empress Dowager.
…
Standing outside the Longevity Palace, Yu Zhi Yi sniffed the faint medicinal aroma wafting from within and glanced at the palace’s roofline. She quickly pieced together the situation.
The moment she stepped into the hall, a shadow flung itself at her. “Sister, Sister, I know I was wrong. Please, save the Empress Dowager!”
Yu Jiao Jiao clung to Yu Zhi Yi’s leg, crying pitifully.
“I know you hate me, hate me for taking everything from you when I returned. Rest assured, as long as you cure the Empress Dowager, I will sever ties with Father and Mother. I will no longer claim to be the Second Miss of the Yu Family. I’ll return them to you!”
Not far away, Yu Meng Qin and Yu Zi Xuan knelt on the ground. Seeing their beloved sister’s pitiable tears, Yu Meng Qin’s gaze turned icy while Yu Zi Xuan’s eyes blazed with anger. “Jiao Jiao, you don’t need to beg her before we’ve clarified the situation.”
Initially, both brothers’ attitudes had shifted upon learning that the so-called miracle doctor was a fraud. This was especially true for Yu Zi Xuan, who recalled the day he regained consciousness. That girl had gazed at him with surprise and a trace of grievance.
Faced with the family’s questioning, she had looked at no one but him.
At the time, he hadn’t understood why this familiar yet strange girl wore such an expression. But after hearing of her deeds from others, disgust had replaced any curiosity, and he had dismissed the matter.
But now…
Before Yu Zi Xuan could think further, Yu Jiao Jiao’s tearful pleas broke his train of thought. His habitual compassion overwhelmed him, scattering those stray thoughts. He knew only one thing: Yu Zhi Yi was bullying Jiao Jiao again!
As for the claim that Yu Zhi Yi had cured him, it was nonsense. If she had such abilities, why hadn’t she defended herself back then? A practitioner of the Mystical Arts should have countless ways to prove their skills, yet she had remained silent amidst their accusations.
“Let go, or I won’t hesitate to kick you off.”
Yu Zhi Yi’s voice was icy, her gaze devoid of emotion—as though addressing an enemy, not family.
Yu Jiao Jiao felt a chill envelop her, instinctively releasing her grip. Realizing her cowardice, she regretted it immediately and reached for Yu Zhi Yi’s clothes again to plead.
Regardless of whether Yu Zhi Yi could save the Empress Dowager, Yu Jiao Jiao and her brothers were bound to face dire consequences. She couldn’t afford to die. Worse than death was watching someone she hated thrive.
She would drag Yu Zhi Yi down with her at all costs.
If Yu Zhi Yi succeeded, it would be a joyous outcome. But if she failed, she wouldn’t escape punishment either.
Yet, as Yu Jiao Jiao’s hand stretched out, the skirt she reached for slipped through her fingers. She tried again, only to feel an invisible barrier push her back. The force struck her hand so hard she yelped in pain.
Everyone in the hall turned toward her. Yu Jiao Jiao instinctively tried to blame Yu Zhi Yi. “Sister, I know you don’t like me, but you shouldn’t hit me in front of so many people…”
Yu Zhi Yi’s eyes glimmered with mockery.
Though Yu Jiao Jiao sensed something was off, she dismissed it. This trick had worked countless times at the Yu Mansion, always eliciting sympathy.
But she forgot that this wasn’t the Yu Mansion; this was the Imperial Palace, filled with the Emperor, guards, and palace attendants. Even her two brothers had witnessed the incident clearly.
When Yu Jiao Jiao voiced her habitual false accusation, her brothers did not leap to her defense or question Yu Zhi Yi. Instead, their faces reflected shock.
Alarmed, Yu Jiao Jiao asked, “Big Brother, Little Brother, what’s wrong?”
Yu Zhi Yi sneered. “Yu Jiao Jiao, open your dog eyes. This isn’t the Yu Mansion. Everyone saw your petty stunt. Even if they want to defend you, they have to consider the consequences.”
Panic flashed in Yu Jiao Jiao’s eyes. “Sister, what are you saying? You really…”
“I didn’t even touch you,” Yu Zhi Yi said coldly, towering over her. “You tried to frame me but couldn’t even get close.”
Yu Jiao Jiao recalled the palace banquet, her voice trembling. “The Defensive Bracelet!?”
“Developing a brain, are we?” Yu Zhi Yi remarked with mock amazement.
The Emperor’s voice was icy. “Take this troublemaker away!”
The Yu brothers panicked. “Your Majesty, please forgive her. She didn’t mean it!”
The Emperor opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by an announcement. “Consort Yu has arrived!”
A graceful figure entered as the announcement ended. Seeing two guards dragging Yu Jiao Jiao away, the Consort, ever soft-spoken, knelt gracefully before the Emperor. “Your Majesty, what has happened?”
She bowed low, her movements fluid, but midway, she winced, clutching her abdomen.
Consort Yu was newly pregnant, barely three months along, and the Emperor was overjoyed by the news. Seeing her discomfort, he frowned but waved a hand, ordering the guards to release Yu Jiao Jiao.
Turning to Yu Zhi Yi, he said, “Official Yu, you must have heard of the situation by now. Treat the Empress Dowager. I command you to succeed.”
Yu Zhi Yi: “…”
Never had she imagined her roles in the Ministry of Justice and the Imperial Medical Bureau would be equally dangerous, both threatening her life at every turn. Truly, mortal rulers were exasperating.
Suppressing her complaints, she replied, “Rest assured, Your Majesty, it’s not a serious issue.”
Hearing this, the Emperor visibly relaxed. The Yu family trio, unwilling as they were to admit it, also felt relief.
Yu Zhi Yi had already discerned the problem outside Longevity Palace but took a roundabout approach to confirm her findings. She examined the Empress Dowager briefly and inspected the palace thoroughly. After fifteen minutes, she returned to the Emperor.
“Your Majesty, I have identified the problem,” she said confidently.
The Emperor brightened. “Truly? Can it be resolved?”
“Yes,” Yu Zhi Yi replied.
Yu Jiao Jiao’s eyes flickered with unwillingness, but before she could speak, the ever-graceful Consort Yu glanced her way. The warning in her soft gaze silenced Yu Jiao Jiao.
Yu Zhi Yi noted the silent exchange with amusement. Years of imperial favor had sharpened Consort Yu’s wits, a stark contrast to Yu Jiao Jiao’s impulsiveness.