Chapter 1775: Louis Is Actually a Really Good Guy
All eyes in the room were fixed on the national physician, waiting for his diagnosis, leaving him under enormous pressure!
This pulse... is really unstable... The national physician was panicking.
Early morning, in the pavilion in the back garden of a certain castle, birds were chirping, flowers were fragrant, a light breeze stroked past, and the beautiful morning sunlight spilled down through the gaps in the leaves of the towering trees.
Peaceful and pleasant.
A round stone table was covered with an Italian rustic-style cloth, on top of which was laid a spread of delicate and delicious breakfast food, hot and fragrant.
Ian Shelby and Jocelyn sat in the pavilion eating breakfast. So young, such a handsome man and beautiful woman, the two high‑face‑value people were a sight for sore eyes.
The servants waiting on the side had already withdrawn. They really enjoyed this tranquility; it was as if the air itself was suffused with the scent of happiness.
Even when drinking warm milk they would occasionally clink their cups, full of ritual and mood. It wasn’t hard to tell they were two people who loved life.
"Mia and the others should be able to arrive in Riventhal around noon, right?"
"Yes." Ian asked her, "Have you been wanting to go home lately?"
"Yeah, I have." Jocelyn didn’t hide it; she very openly admitted, "It’s my first time not being home to spend New Year’s with Uncle and Aunt. I’m actually adapting pretty well; I’m just afraid they’re the ones who won’t."
"Once the royal succession ceremony is over, I’ll go back to Riventhal with you." Ian told her, "I’m still a doctor. State affairs can be handled remotely, or I can just fly over every so often."
What he meant was, Riventhal would be their city of residence.
Technology is advanced now, unlike in ancient times when you had to attend court meetings every day. Now video conferencing is convenient and simple.
Besides, the country is very stable, like a large machine running normally; aside from needing regular inspections, the rest of the time you can just let it run on its own.
Once they finished talking about state affairs, breakfast was almost over as well.
Jocelyn looked at him and asked tentatively, "So what are you planning to do now?"
"Go check on that brat Taylor." Ian set down his milk cup and picked up a handkerchief, elegantly wiping the corner of his lips. "He’s definitely having trouble even getting out of bed."
"That bad?" Jocelyn was a little shocked; she sucked in a breath of cold air. She’d used the word "definitely," not even bothering to hedge.
Ian put down the handkerchief, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he replied, "If I don’t make sure he remembers this, he might not."
It’s hard for someone who’s never lacked anything since childhood to really learn a lesson.
Taylor liked Jocelyn; that was something Ian had clearly seen with his own eyes. So this time he intended to make him give up completely.
"..." Jocelyn withdrew her gaze a little. "Ahem, how about... I go with you?"
"Sure."
Ian stood up and reached his hand out to her.
Jocelyn Morgan smiled and walked around the table, placing her small hand into his large palm. Ian gave it a gentle squeeze and led her toward Taylor’s palace.
It wasn’t far on foot, about five minutes.
At this moment, in Taylor’s bedroom.
Catherine hadn’t been this irritable yesterday; today she was practically exploding with rage, yelling at the national physician—
"Do you even know how to treat people?! What medicine did you give him yesterday?! Is this caused by side effects?!"
The national physician really felt wronged! But he had no strength to argue.
He only gently set down Prince Taylor’s hand, rose, and gave the Queen a deep bow. Thinking of his complaint last night and the King’s attitude, for a moment he truly didn’t know what he should say.
"What on earth is going on?! Talk!" Catherine could see he was holding something back.
The national physician’s face was full of worry. He sighed and sighed again, then had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Every move avoided the vital points, but every move could make him hurt like hell..."
What?!
"Your Majesty, please don’t be angry just yet." The national physician looked up, speaking anxiously. "I’m telling the truth. Prince Louis knows a bit of medicine, so he must be very familiar with human anatomy. He beat him in a way that wouldn’t be fatal, but it really hurts. There’s nothing I can do about it—the aftereffects are strong."