With medical skills centuries ahead of their time and a ready supply of medicines and equipment at her fingertips, Ye Shiyin is about to make a fortune. Whether you’re a prince or noble, or a royal descendant, if you want to stay alive, you’d better show me some respect.
With her husband on her left and son on her right, she asks, “Your Majesty, could my husband resign and take up farming?”
“The dignified Chief Secretary resign and become a farmer? Who will help me govern my empire? Absolutely not!” the emperor roars.
“Your Majesty, this is the new prescription my wife prepared for you.” The man offers it to him.
“Go home and farm. I approve.” The emperor’s hands tremble uncontrollably.
