After the Jingdou Rebellion, King Jing had been increasingly silent. Other than weeping before the memorial during the empress dowager's national mourning, he had not entered the Royal Palace again. The flower farmer had also not appeared in front of the officials again. The manor became the quietest place in Jingdou. The front doors only opened for a few people, which included Fan Xian.
Fan Xian tilted his head and placed his finger on King Jing's wrist. He furrowed his brows slightly and released his fingers a moment later. After thinking a bit, he said, "You've long recovered from the chill two years ago, but there is still something not quite right about this pulse. I can't tell what it is exactly."
King Jing glared at him and said, "Bullsh*t, there's nothing wrong. What could you have learned from Fei Jie? Go away! There is a famous Qing Mountain doctor right here. What are you doing in the way?"