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The taste of pleasure was undeniable.
Although the first time was painful, the Empress Dowager still found joy in it.
However, no matter how she summoned Song Yang afterward, he always found various excuses to refuse her summons. Once, he even mistakenly used the wrong excuse, claiming he had accidentally diagnosed a pregnancy pulse and needed to take some time off for recuperation.
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager flew into a rage. She immediately gathered several imperial physicians and stormed into Song Yang's residence, only to find him cradling a cat. With a faint smile on his face, he faced the furious Empress Dowager, ready to explain his supposed treachery. "It’s her," he said.
The Empress Dowager glanced at the cat and quietly chuckled.
Without any hesitation, Song Yang was bound and thrown onto the bed, while everyone else was dismissed by the Empress Dowager.
At the same time, she had firmly established her reputation for indulgence.
Everyone said that the Empress Dowager had toppled the delicate and graceful Imperial Physician Song, but in reality, that day she had merely earnestly inquired of Song Yang how one could detect such a pregnancy pulse. She rummaged through the jars and bottles in his room and laid them out before him, asking about their uses one by one.
Song Yang was certainly not a qualified teacher; he dismissed all the jars and bottles in his house with the phrase "half-finished products," adding at most two words—highly toxic.
With a sigh, the Empress Dowager said, "Song Yang, what if I were to become pregnant at this moment? You are so eloquent and skilled in medicine; surely you could concoct a story about this being an illegitimate child of Late Emperor after three or four years of gestation? Or perhaps claim it’s a ten-month pregnancy that hasn’t shown yet?"
Her gaze was so serious that it made his heart skip a beat. He immediately focused on her flat stomach, secretly contemplating no less than ten ways to handle this tricky situation. The worst method involved binding her up and leaving the palace until the situation resolved itself…
"But that seems too troublesome. Is there any way to terminate it without harming her health?"
Perhaps it was the Empress Dowager's overly relaxed tone that stirred a hint of anger and a twinge of melancholy within Song Yang.
His usual smile faded, and he said, "Extend your hand."
"With your poor medical skills, you could diagnose even a tomcat's joy pulse. What if you misdiagnose my joy pulse?" The Empress Dowager chuckled, yet she graciously extended her hand.
The pulse was no different from that of an ordinary person.
Song Yang felt a sense of relief wash over him, and he let out a barely audible sigh, tinged with disappointment. He smiled and said, "Your joy pulse is indeed not apparent."
The Empress Dowager observed Song Yang's expression and, upon hearing his words, snorted and replied, "So it has indeed been misdiagnosed!"
As she was about to leave, the Empress Dowager remarked, "It would be rather dull for you not to accompany me in military drills. However, with battle approaching, we must face it head-on. As for success or failure... it all depends on your medicine."
Song Yang paused for a moment and said, "I wish you great success in your endeavors."
"Of course! In the future, you won't need to practice military drills; I will have the Prince to keep me company. At that time, you should consider the matter I just mentioned," the Empress Dowager laughed. "If I can have my wishes fulfilled, I shall grant you one wish!"
"I would be most honored. I certainly intend to leave the palace and promote my medical skills," Song Yang declared with ambition. "But Empress Dowager... could you first release me from these bindings?"
"No," the Empress Dowager said, her bright face darkening despite having anticipated his thoughts of leaving the palace for a long time. She spoke coldly, "Song Yang, are you so determined to leave the palace?"
"I do not like the Regent. If you were to remarry or something, and I had to see him every day, I fear my recently cured impotence would relapse. So... you understand," Song Yang replied with a slight smile, his tone light.
"Why do you dislike him?"
The Empress Dowager's gaze sharpened for a rare moment, feeling pleased with herself as she thought, Song Yang, go ahead and try to stop me; if you do, I won't seek out the Regent.
"Because... he holds a higher position and greater power than I do!" Song Yang laughed. "I actually have quite an admiration for power. If you were to make me a Chancellor, I might find him more agreeable."
Contrary to her usual reaction, she did not scoff at his words but merely smiled faintly before turning and leaving.
Watching her retreating figure, which seemed somewhat resolute, Song Yang's smile faded completely. Her probing left him feeling uneasy.
Soon after, he found himself unable to think about anything else because... he was still bound.
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