Mu Zhaozhen should know that he himself is a man of many evil deeds. There are many people outside the palace who want his life. He cannot and will not risk his life just to pick up a worthless sachet.
Moreover, it is such an ugly sachet.
Apart from Mu Zhaozhang's belief that the sachet was a threat to her, Qiucao could not think of any other reason why he would do this.
After all, to him, she is just a substitute.
The imperial doctor did not notice anything strange about her and continued, "I am thinking that this sachet must be very important to Your Majesty..."[
It is indeed important.
He used this sachet to make her believe that Mu Zhaozhu was still alive and threatened her to marry into the palace. Now... although I don't know what purpose he has keeping this sachet, it's not like seeing things and thinking about people.
Let's do something.
This sachet was originally given to Mu Zi. When it comes to seeing things and thinking about people, it should be Mu Zi, not Mu Zhaochu.
Or...does he want to take Muzi's place?
No.
The Queen Mother said that Mu Zhaozhen was emotionally a person with a high degree of mysophobia, and it was impossible for him to be willing to be anyone's substitute.
He just... regarded her as Li Yingrong's substitute.
Qiucao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, endured the soreness in her eyes, and made herself look the same as usual. She slowly and gently opened Mu Zhaochu's clothes, put the sachet back, her voice was calm.
Wubo, "Your Majesty, his forehead is very hot..."
The imperial doctor smiled, without an overly worried expression on his face, "Your Majesty has caught wind and cold in the past two days, which makes his hands and feet cold. After drinking the medicine, sweating, and taking a rest, he will be fine."
Qiucao nodded and said no more.
The imperial doctor, however, was like a faucet turning on a chatterbox, and kept talking, "Empress, please help your majesty to get some medicine."
Feed Mu Zhaozhen medicine?
Qiucao instinctively wanted to refuse, but before she could open her mouth, the imperial doctor had already put the hot to warm medicine into her hands, and started to help the person lying on the bed to sit up.
Qiucao had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of the dark, bitter medicine and fed it into Mu Zhaochu's mouth.