Lin Yue died, Li Yi was heartbroken, and the imperial list sought a divine doctor

On a clear and cloudless day, a grand cultural event was held in the imperial garden of the imperial palace, and everywhere was filled with a festive and joyous atmosphere.

In the imperial garden, the colorful flowers are vying with each other in beauty. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones like rosy clouds, and the white ones like snow. When a gentle breeze blows, the petals gently fall, as if a rain of flowers is falling.

The artificial lake in the center of the garden sparkles with light. The water is crystal clear, and fish swim freely in it. From time to time, they leap out of the water, splashing up strings of glistening water flowers. The pavilions and terraces by the lake are neatly arranged, with carved beams and painted pillars, upturned eaves and brackets, fully demonstrating the grandeur and luxury of the royal family.

On this day, the nobles and high-ranking officials, all dressed in splendid costumes and adorned with dazzling jewels, gathered in the imperial garden with cheerful smiles on their faces.

Some of them held wine glasses, chatting and laughing merrily, sharing interesting stories with each other. Some are strolling among the flowers, enjoying the picturesque beauty. Some were sitting around in front of the stage, looking forward to the wonderful performance. On the stage, musicians were playing melodious music, and dancers were dancing gracefully. Their long sleeves were good at dancing, and their light figures seemed like fairies descending to the mortal world.

From time to time, bursts of applause and cheers could be heard from the audience. The entire Imperial Garden was filled with laughter and joy, creating a harmonious and happy atmosphere, as if all the beauty in the world had converged here.

However, no one expected that danger was approaching quietly, just like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness. Just as everyone was immersed in this joyous atmosphere and enjoying this wonderful time to the fullest, suddenly, a cold light streaked across like lightning. An assassin in a black nightgown flashed out from behind the rockery. His eyes revealed a cold murderous intent, and the sharp dagger in his hand glinted with a cold light under the sunlight, stabbing straight at Emperor Li Yi, who was watching the performance with great interest.

The assassin's movements were swift and agile. Like a cheetah, he quickly broke through the guards' defense line and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Li Yi. It seemed that the fatal blow was about to succeed.

At the critical moment, a trace of determination and firmness flashed in the eyes of Empress Dowager Lin Yue, who had been by Li Yi's side all along. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and, with her frail yet incredibly resolute body, blocked the fatal blow.

The dagger pierced deep into her back, and blood instantly stained her magnificent palace dress embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns. Lin Yue let out a painful snort and fell backward uncontrollably. Li Yi's eyes widened in terror, and he quickly reached out to embrace her, Shouting her name loudly, his voice filled with fear and despair: "Yue 'er!" Yue 'er! How are you!

The people around were stunned by this sudden change, and for a moment, the entire imperial garden fell into a deathly silence. Only then did a burst of panicked screams and shouts occur. The guards drew their weapons one after another and chased the assassin everywhere. The scene was immediately in chaos.

After Lin Yue was urgently carried back to her bedroom, the entire palace was instantly plunged into chaos and panic.

The eunuchs were hurrying about, conveying various instructions. The palace maids were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Some couldn't help sobbing softly. The guards, on the other hand, looked tense and strengthened the security in the palace.

After receiving the summons, the imperial physicians did not dare to delay for a moment. They carried medicine boxes filled with all kinds of precious medicinal herbs and medical equipment and ran all the way to Lin Yue's bedroom. Their faces were filled with solemnity and anxiety, their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, and their steps were hurried and flustered.

After entering Lin Yue's bedchamber, the imperial physicians quickly gathered around her bedside and began a tense yet orderly rescue operation.

The leading imperial physician was Doctor Zhang, the most senior and highly skilled doctor in the palace. He frowned tightly and took Lin Yue's pulse with a concentrated expression. His fingers trembled slightly, as if sensing Lin Yue's extremely faint pulse, trying to find a glimmer of hope from it.

His eyes revealed a solemn and worried look, and he kept muttering to himself from time to time, "The pulse is so weak. The situation is not optimistic..."

Another imperial physician, on the side, quickly spread out the paper, wrote furiously, and prescribed various remedies. Every word was written with great force, as if in this way the hope of life could be infused into it.

The palace maids were busily busy beside them. Some were holding steaming hot water, some were carefully preparing medicinal herbs, and others were constantly wiping the cold sweat on Lin Yue's forehead with towels. The stove for decocting the medicine was burning red in the corner. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, making a "crackling" sound. The smell of the medicine filled the entire room, mixed with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, making people feel extremely heavy.

However, despite the imperial physicians' best efforts and their utmost efforts, taking pulses, prescribing prescriptions, decocting and boiling medicines, and being extremely busy, Lin Yue still kept her eyes tightly closed, showing no sign of awakening. She seemed to be swallowed up by the endless darkness and fell into a nightmare from which she could never wake up.

At this moment, Lin Yue's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of color. Her lips were chapped and slightly purple. She lay quietly on that large carved bed, which had witnessed countless peaceful nights of hers, but now had become the battlefield where she fought against death.

Her once lively and bright eyes are now tightly closed, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gloom and can no longer be opened. Her breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible. Every slight rise and fall was like a difficult and long tug-of-war with death. Every breath seemed so precious and fragile, as if it could vanish at any moment.

The curtain by the bedside gently swayed with the breeze, as if the threads of fate were swaying in the wind, adding a touch of desolation and despair to the atmosphere. A ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on her face, but it failed to dispel the shadow of death that enveloped her. Instead, it made her complexion look even paler.

When Emperor Li Yi learned that Lin Yue had been seriously injured while trying to save him, he felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning and lost all his strength in an instant. The teacup in his hand dropped to the ground with a "pop", shattering into pieces. The tea splashed and soaked the hem of his clothes, but he was completely unaware. His eyes were filled with pain and self-reproach, and his body kept trembling, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.

He stumbled into Lin Yue's bedroom, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees with a thud by the bedside. His hands trembled as he held Lin Yue's hand tightly. Those hands had once been so warm and powerful, providing him with endless support and comfort, but now they had become cold and powerless, like a stone without warmth.

Li Yi's eyes were filled with pain and self-reproach. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably and kept sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto Lin Yue's hand. His lips trembled violently and he muttered to himself, "Yue 'er, it's me who did you harm. Wake up quickly..." You promised me that you would accompany me to see all the beautiful scenes in this world. You can't break your word... I can't live without you...

From then on, Li Yi stayed by Lin Yue's side all day long, not willing to leave for a single step. He neither ate nor drank. He just quietly gazed at Lin Yue, his eyes brimming with anticipation and despair, as if only in this way could he pass on his vitality to Lin Yue and awaken her from her slumber.

From time to time, he gently stroked Lin Yue's face, as if trying to awaken her dormant memories. From time to time, he would whisper in her ear, recalling the wonderful times they spent together. Those sweet past moments, at this moment, were like sharp blades, piercing his heart.

When Emperor Li Muyang learned of his mother's assassination, he was struck by lightning and the memorials in his hand scattered all over the ground with a "clattering" sound. He didn't even have time to tidy up and rushed frantically to his mother's bedchamber.

All along the way, the gentle smile of his mother kept flashing through his mind. That smile had once given him endless warmth and encouragement, but now it might have vanished forever. His heart was filled with anger and pain. His steps became more and more hurried, and he wished he could fly to his mother's side at once.

When he stepped into the bedroom and saw his mother lying unconscious in bed, and then looked at his father, the emperor, who was in a daze and emaciated beside him, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife, as if countless steel needles were stabbing into his heart at the same time.

His fists clenched tightly, his joints turned pale due to the force exerted, the blue veins on his arms bulged, and the anger and pain in his heart surged like a surging tide, impossible to suppress. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must expose the mastermind behind the scenes, cut it to pieces a thousand times, and avenge his mother.

At the same time, in order to save his mother's life, he immediately ordered the Posting of an imperial proclamation, announcing to the world: "Whether it is a quack doctor or a folk divine physician, as long as they can cure the Empress Dowager's illness, they will surely be richly rewarded!" Gold and silver treasures, high official positions and generous salaries are all available! As soon as the imperial list was posted, it quickly attracted everyone's attention.

For a moment, the imperial examination hall was packed with people, and everyone was discussing it animatedly. Some wore worried expressions, showing concern for the Empress Dowager's illness and praying for her well-being one after another, hoping that she would recover soon. Some, however, had a greedy light in their eyes, brimming with anticipation for the generous reward, secretly calculating whether they had the ability to remove the imperial list, cure the empress dowager's illness, and thus rise to the top in one step.

Among the crowd, there were elderly people with white hair and rich experience. They twirled their beards, lost in thought, as if recalling the medical skills they had learned throughout their lives. There are young and ambitious young people. Their eyes are determined and they are eager to try, determined to carve out a niche for themselves with their own abilities. There were also doctors carrying medicine boxes and practicing medicine everywhere. They carefully examined the imperial list, assessing their medical skills in their hearts and weighing whether to take a risk.

However, several days passed. Although many people lifted the imperial list with full confidence, after carefully examining Lin Yue's condition, they all shook their heads helplessly and sighed, leaving with disappointed expressions.

Every person who left had a face full of helplessness and depression, as if shrouded in a layer of gloom. The atmosphere in the imperial palace became increasingly oppressive and heavy, making it hard to breathe. Everyone was anxiously waiting for a miracle to occur, hoping that a divine doctor would descend to save the life of the Empress Dowager and break this suffocating deadlock...