He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,Before Empress Dowager Li, this man was extremely respectful and flattering. But in the young emperor's memory, everywhere was disgust and fear towards Feng Bao, this great consort.,As soon as the imperial physician finished, Empress Dowager Li eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Chen, how is my son"。