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As the only daughter of the late Empress of Dai Viet, I have enjoyed endless glory, wealth, and paternal care since I was young.
In the eyes of my father, I am like a dazzling pearl, cherished and protected in his hands. As he had no son, he has always groomed me as his successor, hoping to pass the throne to me after his hundred years.
However, behind the calm and stormy life on the surface, there are countless conspiracies and bloody struggles hidden. Many years ago, Consort harbored jealousy towards me and began to plan a series of sinister schemes, attempting to put me to death so that her son could ascend to the throne.
Whenever I find some clues and report them to the emperor, he always dismisses it, even thinking that I am just a jealous child who envies Consort's favor.
Faced with such a difficult situation, I have to take some extreme measures to protect myself. So, I decided to disguise myself as a patient with bipolar disorder, occasionally having outbursts, hitting and cursing people, making myself appear irrational.
In this way, Father naturally cannot dote on Consort with peace of mind, and Consort will also relax her guard because of my "crazy" behavior.
Although this approach is somewhat painful, I have no choice but to survive.
In those days, in that magnificent palace, I had already seen the intimate relationship between the Yan Family and Consort.
Now, Yan Zheyun has unexpectedly entered the palace and volunteered to treat my illness. And even Father Emperor trusts him so much! If there isn't Consort secretly manipulating behind this, then who else could have such ability?
Early in the morning, Yan Zheyun came to greet me and expressed his intention to start the first phase of treatment.
I forced a indifferent expression, but inside I was already feeling uneasy. Past experiences have taught me that people like Yan Zheyun, who appear gentle and respectful on the surface, often have hidden agendas.
I saw Yan Zheyun give a slight smile and then say something that completely puzzled me: "Princess, in my opinion, the root of your illness lies in the excessive vigor of your energy, with no outlet, leading to stagnation in your internal organs. As long as you can find a suitable way to release this excess energy, you will naturally not fall ill again."
"What?" Countless question marks swirled in my mind, and I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Simply put, just do some rough work and that's it," said Yan Zheyun as he handed me a bar of soap. "I've already brought over two buckets of clothes, so I'll leave it to you, Your Highness."
I looked out into the courtyard and sure enough, there were two mountains of dirty clothes waiting for me. If I don't die after washing all these clothes, I'll consider myself lucky. What energy and spirit will I have left? He really has it all figured out.
I subconsciously started to look for a whip, and Yan Zheyun lightly said, "Princess, you don't need to look. To ensure my safety, I have already asked the emperor to take away all the lethal weapons."
I coldly smiled, "Is that so? I still have a secret weapon."
Saying that, I rushed towards him and raised my hand. Who knew that before I could even touch his clothes, he sidestepped and I fell heavily on my face.
Yan Zheyun looked down at me and said, "Princess, don't waste your energy. I have already obtained the emperor's permission. If you don't behave, I have the right not to feed you. Are you planning to go hungry, or will you obediently do the laundry?"
Father is not here, Yan Zheyun finally showed his unfriendly true colors.
I squinted my eyes: "Yan Zheyun, you despicable lackey, shameless lapdog!"
Yan Zheyun pulled me up and wiped my hands with a handkerchief, saying, "Princess, why do you speak like this? I am here on the emperor's orders to treat your illness. By saying this, aren't you questioning the emperor's decision?"
He was still talking nonsense with his eyes open, and I almost spat in his face.
I took two steps back and moved in front of the pile of dirty clothes.
Hmph, he wants me to beg for mercy, dream on. I'm going to wash them until it hurts Father's heart.
Legend has it that any maid who enters the laundry to work will have her hands worn to tatters after just one day of washing clothing.
Even though the maids have tough and thick skin, they cannot escape this fate. As for someone like me with delicate skin, after just one day, my hands have become unbearable to look at, swollen and red like a bear's paw.
At dinner time, I refused to eat, citing unbearable hand pain and loss of appetite.
This terrified everyone in the entire palace, and they all fell to their knees begging for mercy.
I am well aware that if my father were to find out about this, he would surely be anxious and bring the imperial physician to visit me.
But I neglected a crucial issue, which is that Yan Zheyun himself is an imperial physician!
He glanced at my injured hand and calmly said, "This minor injury can still be resolved by me." After that, he gently held my hand, carefully took out the medicine, and carefully wiped the wound.
A cool sensation spread through my fingers, and with Yan Zheyun occasionally blowing on my fingers to help the medicine take effect, my cheeks instantly became hot, as if a flame was burning within me.
Yan Zheyun gently said, "Actually, as long as the princess follows the doctor's advice, cooperates with the treatment obediently, and doesn't relapse, she won't suffer such pain again, don't you think so?"
There was a profound meaning in his gaze, which was difficult to understand. I hesitated for a moment and a smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.
"Yan Taiyi, look at how beautiful the moonlight is tonight!" I said, pointing outside the window.
He followed my finger and looked out the window. At that moment, I quickly pulled out a pestle from behind and without hesitation, swung it with force, knocking him unconscious to the ground.
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