Shen Xiuming was stunned—was Moxun truly a miracle doctor?
Moxun's eyes curved with amusement as he clasped his hands in greeting to Zhao Yang Princess, his voice clear and bright. "It's been five years, Your Highness. Your radiance remains unchanged."
Zhao Yang exclaimed excitedly, "Divine Physician Moxun, I can never repay your life-saving grace! Since you've come to Yanjing City, you must stay at the princess's residence for a few days. I will ensure you are well taken care of."
Moxun entered the room and took a seat.
After sipping the rich spring tea, he retrieved a letter from his sleeve and got straight to the point. "My visit today is at the behest of the Emperor of Yue Kingdom. I bring a letter for Zhao Yang Princess."
A strange feeling stirred in Zhao Yang's heart. The new emperor of Yue Kingdom was a stranger to her—why would he write her a letter?
She accepted the letter and opened it in front of him.
