The summer night wind grew fiercer, rustling the trees in the courtyard noisily. Shen Wei lifted her gaze, and a slender, snow-white figure came into view.
It was a young man in white robes, his features as exquisite as a painting, exuding an air of effortless charm.
Shen Wei was a little surprised. She had imagined the renowned "Mo the Divine Physician" to be a white-haired old man. Instead, Mo the Divine Physician appeared startlingly young—perhaps not even twenty—and more beautiful than most women.
"Your humble servant greets His Highness, Prince Yan," Mo the Divine Physician said casually, cupping his hands in a perfunctory salute.
Prince Yan gave a slight nod.
Mo the Divine Physician strode into the room, stepping past the tall white jade screen before bending down beside Li Yao. He first examined the pool of vomit on the floor, then studied the girl's pallid complexion before finally taking her pulse.
The room was silent; no one dared disturb him.
