Chapter 87: Deceived: Malicious Spiritual Doctor
“Can I take a look at your face now?” Ye Jiuge asked.
She wasn’t angry. She understood that people who suffered from chronic illness could become eccentric. Imperial Consort Xi had actually been very refined.
“Sure. However, I must remind you not to reveal any emotions that shouldn’t be shown. I have a bad temper and might get angry,” Imperial Consort Xi warned in a soft and gentle voice.
“Okay.”
Ye Jiuge had seen all kinds of violent storms and waves, and Imperial Consort Xi’s words did not frighten her. Imperial Consort Xi lifted her white jade-like hand and grasped the buttons on the left side of her veil. Slowly, she removed it. As the veil parted, the left side of Imperial Consort Xi’s face was revealed. Her skin was as smooth as jade, with no hint of wrinkles, and her face was beautifully noble and elegant. She was like a sacred fairy.
Ye Jiuge’s line of sight moved with the veil. When she saw the right side of Imperial Consort Xi’s face, she shuddered even though she had already mentally prepared herself. A nauseous feeling rushed up to her throat, but Ye Jiuge forcefully suppressed it. The right side of Imperial Consort Xi’s face was covered with yellow, pus-filled tumors. Many of them had already ruptured, secreting yellowish-white pus with a hint of blood. One part of her face was festering, and it emitted the pungent stench of rotten flesh in stinking gutters. The right side of her face was just as repulsive as the left side was beautiful. The sharp contrast prevented anyone from looking at her directly.
Ye Jiuge quickly composed her emotions. She opened her Spiritual Eye and scrutinized Imperial Consort Xi’s face. Within the field of view of her Spiritual Eye, she could see green-colored Spiritual Power flowing underneath the left side of Imperial Consort Xi’s face. On the right side, the Spiritual Channels had been entirely blocked by black-colored particles. Blood was unable to flow through, let alone Spiritual Power. If not for a pale violet Spiritual Light in her aorta, which continuously transported a mysterious power, Imperial Consort Xi’s face would have already turned into a white skull.
Imperial Consort Xi stared unblinking at Ye Jiuge, waiting for her to reveal any hint of disgust, revulsion, or shock. She did not expect Ye Jiuge to curb her emotions so quickly and observe her face clinically. She had only seen that kind of composed reaction in an elderly Spiritual Doctor. At that time, he’d been diagnosing a child who had fallen ill. The elderly Spiritual Doctor had also been the only person capable of suppressing her illness. It was unfortunate that he passed away not long after. His disciple, who had inherited his medical skill, was the one who had continued her medical treatment. Although the disciple’s medical ability was mediocre, it had sufficed.
Imperial Consort Xi was surprised; Ye Jiuge was so young, and yet, she had the elderly Spiritual Doctor’s bearing. This caused hope to twinge in her heart.