Chapter 1075: Retribution
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At this moment, a trusted minister of Emperor Jing Xuan, Lord Zhou, said, “Your Majesty, no one has seen Zhuge Qing’s face. Even if someone is pretending to be him, we won’t be able to recognize him!”
Another trusted minister of Emperor Jing Xuan, Lord Xu, also went forward with the ceremonial tablet and said, “Mr. Zhuge is suffering from a cold illness. Why don’t you ask the imperial physician to take his pulse?”
Emperor Jing Xuan said, “Yes.”
Not long after, the imperial physician came over.
Wei Xu cupped his hands and said politely, “This concerns my son’s reputation.
Please cooperate, Mr. Zhuge.”
Ghostfear rolled his eyes secretly.
Even his biological father had never been so polite to him. Who was his biological son?
As the number one strategist, Ling Yun acted as himself. “Since General Wei has spoken, I’ll cooperate with the investigation.”
He reached out and let the imperial physician take his pulse.
The imperial physician said, “Your Majesty, his pulse doesn’t show any signs of cold.”
Lord Zhou immediately said, “It’s indeed an imposter!”
Ling Yun gave him a look as if he was looking at a fool. “Sir, don’t tell me you think I went to the Southern Wilderness to sightsee? My cold illness has
already been cured.”
Emperor Jing Xuan gave the imperial physician another look.
The imperial physician came to Wei Qing.
Wei Qing stretched out his hand.
The imperial physician took Wei Qing’s pulse.
It was already impossible to determine if it was Wei Qing from his cold illness.
Emperor Jing Xuan looked at Ling Yun suspiciously. “You’ve recovered from your cold illness. Why are you still unable to walk?”
Ling Yun said unhurriedly, “Your Majesty, I’ve been paralyzed for a few years and my legs have long lost strength. It will take a lot of effort to stand up again. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stand up without a year and a half.”
Emperor Jing Xuan looked at the imperial physician.
The imperial physician nodded. That was indeed the case.
Emperor Jing Xuan’s gaze landed on Ling Yun and Wei Qing again.
Ling Yun was thin and matched Zhuge Qing’s figure very well.
On the other hand, after Wei Qing recovered, he gritted his teeth and practiced walking every day. He was a little stronger than before.
In the throne room, someone muttered softly. freewebnøvel.com
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