Moxun cupped his hands and began performing a duet with Shen Wei: "If Consort Chen doubts my abilities, this humble official can demonstrate for Your Highness and the other noble ladies."
Zhang Miaoyu, never one to miss a chance for drama, eagerly chimed in: "Then take a look at Sister Meifei—what ailment does she suffer from?"
Liu Ruyan's face remained impassive, her peerlessly beautiful features betraying neither joy nor sorrow.
Moxun maintained a respectful demeanor, only daring to cast a fleeting glance at Liu Ruyan before immediately lowering his head, mindful of propriety between men and women.
With bowed head, he replied: "Consort Mei's complexion is sallow, her brows knit with melancholy, her lips devoid of color. She suffers from deficient spleen and stomach qi, compounded by severe bodily coldness. She ought to consume nourishing tonics daily, soak her feet, and massage her abdomen to recover fully."
