The past is like an awl, suddenly piercing the chest with unbearable pain.
The helpless pain and anguish of being manipulated by others lingered like maggots attached to bones, gnawing at him over the course of more than twenty years.
In this life, he would never repeat the same mistakes, never allow anyone to dictate his life.
"Zixian," Empress Dowager Zheng's voice sounded in his ear: "What is the matter with you? Why have you been silent? And your complexion looks so poor. I will call the Imperial Physician to take a look at you."
Zheng Chen snapped back from the long memories: "It's nothing, I've just had a few nights of poor sleep, no need to trouble the Imperial Physician."
Empress Dowager Zheng chided, "A few nights of poor sleep, and you say it's nothing." Then she turned and instructed, "Summon the Imperial Physician immediately."
In Jingyang Palace, indeed throughout the entire court, everyone must heed Empress Dowager Zheng's words.
