Chapter 899: The Young Master's Method

Li Xuanya was stunned to learn that Liu Zheng wanted to see her father the King.

Her father was still in a deep coma!

Not right!

Suddenly, she became excited; could it be that the young master wanted to save her father?

Woo woo woo woo!

At this, she was deeply moved and burst into tears. She had witnessed the young master forcibly extend the Longyan Emperor's life by a year! Since then, the title of the number one divine physician of Longyan had fallen upon the young master.

Divine physician!

That's right!

He wanted to save her father; yes, all of this was because of her. He loved her! Li Xuanya instantly felt her whole body go soft, stars appearing in her eyes.

Liu Zheng:

Please don't be like this.

Remember the website address

He felt that this Li Xuanya was actually good in every way, except that sometimes she was too infatuated.

All sorts of people were demanding to see the King.

Recently, the court of the Li Dynasty had been turned into a foul mess by the Westerner Party. Many old officials from the previous court knelt on the ground, wailing and crying about the loss of the state and the humiliation of the ancestral temple. Likewise, ambitious young factions also came to submit memorials, angrily criticizing Min Weizhong and his ilk for forming cliques and engaging in mutual strife.

The entrance was extremely lively.

"Let's go, I will take you!"

Without another word, Li Xuanya took Liu Zheng and boarded her horse carriage, which sped toward the Wanggong.

The entrance to the Yangxin Hall was already crowded with many people.

"Eldest Princess!"

As soon as Li Xuanya appeared, a group of people rushed over.

Liu Zheng watched all this with complete inner calm. What ancestral temples and states, what bullshit honor and disgrace; these people were merely those in the great dyeing vat of the Li Dynasty court who wanted to seize some say in the current struggle. Believe it or not, even if these people before him took power, they would still continue to form cliques and continue the old Li Dynasty just the same.

Someone of Min Weizhong's level naturally wouldn't even look at this group of people who had no real power.

"Your Highness Princess."

"Princess!"

"Eldest Princess! The Li Dynasty is in danger!"

"The Li Dynasty is in danger!"

Li Xuanya also listened with red eyes and nodded heavily, indicating that she understood the intentions of these "loyal officials."

The Warrior who slays the dragon will eventually become the evil dragon.

If the system does not change and the concepts do not change, the Li Dynasty will not change.

They just wanted to become beneficiaries like Min Weizhong.

The Imperial Physician deliberately sighed, said nothing, and led the two of them inside.

It was another wave of medicinal herb scent. The light in the Yangxin Hall appeared somewhat dim, and Liu Zheng couldn't help but frown. He found it hard to imagine that a person would have to stay in such an environment for a long time, or even longer. Come to think of it, this Li Tun was quite patient.

He lay on the bed, and that pale complexion made Li Xuanya's tears fall again.

Coming out to greet Li Xuanya and Liu Zheng was the Imperial Physician who had been by Li Tun's side the whole time. This time, the look in his eyes when he saw Liu Zheng was different from last time, filled with a meaningful flavor.

"How is Father King today?"

Li Xuanya was again pear blossoms bathed in rain.

He knew that Min Weizhong's madness had brought matters to the final moment of decision. No matter which aspect he started from, he would not allow Min Weizhong's rebellion to succeed this time. But at the same time, he could not let such a mad Min Weizhong die; this was truly a very headache-inducing matter.

He sat quietly beside Li Tun.

Li Xuanya was still crying.

Except for the Imperial Physician, the others responsible for serving had already been driven away.

Li Xuanya started crying in all sorts of ways again.

Liu Zheng watched all this quietly.

Li Tun had no movement at all.

Of course, the fingers under the quilt still moved slightly.

Liu Zheng smiled, thinking that this Li Ting was really able to keep her cool. He continued calmly: "This time, Min Weizhong has racked his brains and gone to great lengths; he certainly will not let this group of people return to Hancheng." Liu Zheng believed that if the King woke up at this time and went along, it would surely make things take a turn for the better.

After a moment, Liu Zheng spoke faintly: "This time, the King should wake up."

This nonsensical sentence left Li Xuanya in a daze.

The Imperial Physician also sighed.

He wanted Li Tun to be able to wake up at this critical moment.

There were two reasons.

First, waking up at this time would surely throw Min Weizhong into chaos, but for the current Min Weizhong, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. He would definitely continue to act, but because of Li Tun's presence, those who were loyal to the royal family would surely follow Li Tun and rise up in resistance.

Li Tun still had no movement.

Liu Zheng continued: "The risk is certainly there, but we can find ways to avoid it. But if the King does not go, I fear those cowards like Li Hang would not dare to resist Min Weizhong at all. If he really becomes fish meat for Min Weizhong, what is the point of the King staying alone in this cold Wanggong?"

That's correct.

This guy really doesn't know his own weight.

He continued to smile: "King, some things are best stopped in moderation. Don't forget, Gyeongsang Province is still in the midst of the chaos caused by the Wa. Once this matter goes out of control, the entire Li Dynasty will be doomed."

Li Xuanya looked at Liu Zheng strangely.

Second, from the perspective of Liu Zheng's plan, he did not intend to let Min Weizhong die. But if Li Tun really became a lonely man in this Hancheng, and Min Weizhong killed Li Hang, Zhang Xuan, and others, including his own daughter and his own granddaughter, then he would definitely be on a dead end. Liu Zheng wanted to prevent this situation from happening.

Li Tun still did not wake up.

Liu Zheng also knew what he was thinking; this King of Joseon wanted to drive Min Weizhong mad, preferably to the point of committing a capital crime, so that he could be put to death and the matter settled once and for all.

What kind of therapy?

Language-based Mental Stimulation Therapy?

Correct!

Isn't he supposed to be treating his own father, the King? Why, when the young master arrived, did he neither take his pulse nor perform the four diagnostic methods of looking, listening, asking, and feeling? He just kept on talking to himself here.

Could it be...

Is this some new kind of therapy?

As expected.

It seemed this sentence had indeed taken effect; Liu Zheng even felt that the mention of the border war had caused Li Tun's entire body to twitch slightly.

It was just a little bit off!

It must be like this!

Thinking of this, stars appeared in Li Xuanya's eyes again.

Liu Zheng.

"What?"

At this, Li Tun, who had been feigning sleep, could finally hold back no longer; he sat bolt upright with a sudden jerk, his eyes filled with both anger and shock. Perhaps because he had maintained that posture for too long, his whole body was aching, and he nearly failed to steady himself, swaying as if he were about to tumble off the bed.

"Ah!"

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He intended to bring out his final trump card.

"Li Yun is in my hands."

The Imperial Physician standing to the side said nothing.

Li Xuanya, however, widened her eyes.

The young master's Language-based Mental Stimulation Therapy!

Is it really this miraculous?