Once the agreement was signed, Lin Haihai wanted nothing but to rush back to Yang Shaolun. She bade Rong’s new emperor farewell before treating Murong Jinlin with acupuncture for one last time. The young man had woken up. Overtime, his gaze had changed from resentment to frustration to reluctance.

Lin Haihai put away the needles and considered Murong Jinlin’s youthful face. He was eighteen. An adult in this era, but a highschooler preparing for the national exam in the twenty-first century. Perhaps it was too much for him to shoulder the mantle of the nation.

However, Brother Yang had been fifteen when he took over the throne. He’d quelled the internal unrest, exerted his rule over the nation, rolled out new policies, and weeded out corruption, leading Daxing to prosperity with his swift actions. Perhaps there was only a thin line between heaven and hell. If Brother Yang hadn’t held firm to his belief, perhaps he would’ve been replaced by his Imperial Uncle already!

“What has been troubling you?” Lin Haihai sat across from Murong Jinlin and levelled him with a calm gaze.

“Have I really been that wrong, Physician Lin?” He had been...