"Mm."
Finding the Chief Physician's words reasonable, Chu Wenzong nodded, his expression easing a little.
Below him.
The imperial physicians exchanged glances, understanding dawning in their eyes.
Really, His Majesty!
If he wanted to feign illness and rest for another two days, couldn't he just give them a hint? Wouldn't they understand?
Did he have to leave every last one of them trembling here, trying to divine the sovereign's will?
Later that evening.
The Imperial Banquet held for the envoys from the Flourishing Kingdom officially began.
The fine wine and delicacies had barely been served when Chu Wenzong felt his belly inexplicably filling up.
It even felt warm, bloated, and stuffed.
"Our honored guests from the Flourishing Kingdom have traveled a thousand miles to visit us. Today, you must savor the fine wine and delicacies of our Great Yu!"
As he spoke, Chu Wenzong picked up the wine on his table, smiled at everyone below, and drained his cup in one go.
After that.
Songs and dances celebrated the peace, and smiles graced everyone's faces.
Everyone except Chu Wenzong.
The banquet had barely begun when he experienced the sensation of explosive diarrhea.
An inexplicable feeling washed over him. Clamping his legs together, Chu Wenzong ran toward the back, then returned looking thoroughly displeased.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you today...? If you aren't feeling well, let's end the Imperial Banquet a little earlier."
Cui Zhao'an had naturally heard about Chu Wenzong summoning the imperial physicians that afternoon. Seeing that his face looked strangely gloomy despite his smile, she couldn't help voicing her concern.
"Don't worry, An'er. I'm fine."
He was merely hallucinating for some unknown reason.
Chu Wenzong had never found an Imperial Banquet so excruciating.
Over the following stretch of time, he inexplicably felt irritable, then happy, and