Ning Chen was not a physician. He was not particularly skilled at probing the yin and yang energy within one's meridians, but no matter how unskilled he was, he was not blind. These were clearly the meridians of a girl.
The Little Emperor panicked, hurriedly pulling back her arm and retreating several steps in a row, her little face deathly pale.
"Are you a girl?" Ning Chen asked seriously.
"No." The Little Emperor shook her head in panic, but her crisp, soft voice only made the already feeble denial seem even paler.
Ning Chen sighed softly and did not press her further. The Little Emperor's terrified expression had once again confirmed his judgment.
The Little Emperor of Northern Mongolia was actually a girl. What a pitiful and laughable thing.
So the previous Emperor of Northern Mongolia had not left behind any Imperial Prince at all. No wonder Fan Lingyue had slaughtered every eunuch and palace maid in the imperial palace the moment she took power, leaving not a single survivor.
Fan Lingyue's nerve truly reached the heavens. She had forcibly placed a little princess upon the imperial throne.
Ning Chen's thoughts were a mess. By all reason, he should have used this secret to threaten Fan Lingyue, or even exposed it and thrown the Northern Mongol Royal Court into complete chaos.
However, she was only a child. Once the truth was exposed, all of Northern Mongolia's fury would fall upon this little girl who was merely seven years old. He did not need to think to know how terrifying the consequences would be.
A woman holding power was, after all, still unacceptable in this world, much less a female emperor.
There could only be one Fan Lingyue. That was already the limit of what Northern Mongolia's subjects could accept.
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