Godly Empress Doctor Chapter 718 - Where Is He Taking Her?

Chapter 718: Where Is He Taking Her?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After that, Lady Northern Feng began to browbeat the old lady. “Your Majesty, Master Chu won’t be able to treat you.”

The empress dowager stared at Master Chu in turn.

Master Chu gave her a wry smile. “Miss Feng Wu is indeed a better doctor than I am. There’s no doubt of it.”

The empress dowager was speechless.

The old lady had never felt this defeated in her life. She looked up and threw a dirty look at Feng Wu!

Feng Wu rubbed her nose.

What on earth did she do? It seemed that the capricious empress dowager had made up her mind to dislike her.

However, everything happened for a reason, and the empress dowager’s bias was no exception.

It was just that Feng Wu hadn’t found out what that reason was.

While Lady Northern Feng stayed behind to placate the empress dowager, Emperor Wu glanced at Feng Wu, then walked out of the room.

He stood outside Cining Palace, facing away from the door. Dressed in his thick cape, the emperor looked authoritative and majestic from behind.

“Your Majesty…”

Feng Wu bowed in reverence.

The Emperor Wu now was a different person from the son in Cining Palace a moment ago.

When he was around the empress dowager, Emperor Wu acted like any normal son.

As expected, Emperor Wu turned his head and stared at Feng Wu with his piercing black eyes. His voice was as cold as frost. “You did well.”

He acknowledged her work.

However, Feng Wu felt a chill run down her spine and cold sweat covered her back.

Emperor Wu marched off after that.

Feng Wu was still dazed when Master Bai went up to her and reminded her in a low voice, “Miss Wu, what are you doing standing here?”

“…Right.”

Feng Wu had no idea where Emperor Wu was going and what he had in mind, but she had no choice but to follow.

And here was what the others witnessed in the imperial palace that day.

The tall, strong Emperor Wu strode quickly along the corridors.

The tiny, pretty Feng Wu followed him in a hurry.

Before long, Feng Wu arrived outside a prison.

A prison?

What were they doing here?

However, Emperor Wu seemed to be in a foul mood at the moment. His eyes were brooding and he gave off an intimidating air. Feng Wu didn’t dare to ask and had to keep her silence.

A dark, long pa.s.sageway led them to a cell.

Feng Wu expected to see a dark, damp, and humid place with a foul air.

To her surprise, the cell was in quite acceptable condition: it was dry, tidy, and didn’t have any particular smell.

The prisoners on this level were all important criminals of the imperial court.

Conflicted looks appeared on many faces when the prisoners saw the emperor, and they dropped to their knees, one after another.

As Emperor Wu walked in, everyone on the way, prisoners and guards alike, knelt and prostrated, awed by the emperor’s majestic presence.

Feng Wu thought to herself: well, that was what it was like to be an emperor. He was so superior that he could have anyone decapitated with a glance.

One sentence and he could have an entire clan wiped off the face of the earth.

Feng Wu took a deep breath and forced herself to focus.

She knew what her problem was.

Because she was essentially a modern woman, she didn’t have the adequate reverence toward the emperor ingrained in her.

But the fact was that she was living in a world with an autocratic monarchy now, and here, martial prowess was valued above all else.

She had only just restarted her cultivation and she was much weaker than the average government official, not to mention the emperor himself. Who was she to feel unintimidated by the emperor?

Once Feng Wu figured that out, she was much more relieved.

When she looked up, she saw that the door to a cell a few steps away had opened.

And Emperor Wu had sat down in a chair.