Hearing this, Ying Zheng could not help taking several steps forward. In the end, however, he forcibly restrained himself and remained where he stood. If this woman had merely mentioned his past headaches, he could still have claimed that Fusu had told her. But these words truly left him greatly shocked.
Because aside from himself, he had never told anyone about these symptoms.
At first, he had assumed that his heavy workload and exhaustion from state affairs were to blame. Besides, they were only nightmares. As the Son of Heaven, how could he possibly fear a mere nightmare?
Yet despite saying so, as time passed, he could clearly feel his strength failing. This made him even more eager to seek immortality, while also concealing his symptoms from everyone else.
He absolutely refused to admit that he had grown old!
And now, this woman before him had identified the problem that had plagued him for so long without so much as examining him. How could he not be shocked? How could he not be eager?
Even Lord of the Clouds, whom he had always treated as an honored guest, had observed him in the palace for a long time before daring to brew medicine for his headaches. It had taken half a year before he finally produced the pills.
Yet this seemingly young woman had seen through this stubborn ailment that had troubled him for years at a single glance. If so, then what she had said earlier about researching medicine for immortality was not baseless nonsense.
At that thought, even Ying Zheng could not help feeling somewhat excited.
Originally, he had only heard of immortality from Lord of the Clouds. Though he seemed to place boundless trust in Lord of the Clouds, only he himself knew that, other than himself,