The warmth his father showed him did not seem false.
The more Yue Mingxuan thought about it, the more suspicious everything felt.
Could it be that the emperor of Dongyue was an impostor?
The thought made his heart turn cold. Yet the man's deep devotion toward his mother did not seem fake at all.
He shook his head and quickly dismissed the idea.
His father was undoubtedly his real father and that devotion was real as well.
It was just that his father's condition clearly required urgent care.
If it continued to worsen, it would become a serious problem.
In his mind, Yue Mingxuan began to consider several prescriptions, thinking about what method he should use to treat his father's illness.
In his view, such unnatural aging had already crossed into the realm of disease.
"Since Father's body is already in this state, I cannot use any overly harsh medicines…" Yue Mingxuan muttered as he wrote down the remedies he had in mind.
