My Three Kingdoms is not right

"Lord Sima, there's no need to blame Boda (Sima Lang's courtesy name)," Liu Xun said with a smile, his tone gentle. "I heard that your son was unwell, so I asked to come."

"Master Hua Tuo's medical skills are profound. Although I have only been his apprentice for a short time, I have already learned a little and may be able to help with the diagnosis and treatment."

Sima Fang bowed deeply: "Your Highness is kind-hearted, and this old minister is deeply grateful."

She stepped aside and gestured with her hand, "Your Highness has come a long way and must be tired. This old minister has prepared some simple wine. Please come inside and rest."

Liu Xun shook his head and smiled, "Sima Gong, there's no need for such formalities. The patient is the priority. I'd like to visit your son first, and then we can eat."

Sima Fang was taken aback.

Could this young man really have come here for medical treatment?

After a moment's hesitation, she bowed again, this time deeper than before, "Then I will trouble Your Highness."

"Boda, lead His Highness inside."

"Yes, Your Highness." Sima Lang responded, walked to Liu Xun's side, and whispered, "Your Highness, this way please."

As Liu Xun walked and observed, he felt increasingly moved.

The Sima family mansion was not only large, but also meticulously designed in every detail. It was not opulent, but rather exuded a sense of restraint and solemnity.

The two passed through two gates and arrived at a relatively quiet courtyard.

Several clumps of bamboo grow in the courtyard, rustling in the wind and adding to the tranquility.

"This is it." Sima Lang stopped in front of the door, turned to look at Liu Xun, and said, "Your Highness, please."

She pushed open the door and stepped aside.

Liu Xun stepped over the threshold.

The room was very spacious, yet the furnishings were simple, almost austere. Against the wall was a black lacquered bookshelf, with bamboo slips and silk books neatly stacked.

A paulownia wood desk sat beneath the window, on which lay a half-open scroll of "Han Feizi." A faint medicinal fragrance permeated the air, mingled with a crisp, herbal scent.

The floor was swept spotless, and not a speck of dust could be seen even under the feet of the couch.

Liu Xun's gaze fell on the couch.

The curtains were half-drawn, and behind the blue gauze curtain, a young girl was trying to sit up. Her movements were slow, as if she dared not exert herself, or as if she had long been accustomed to this slowness.

"Your Highness's arrival has been an unforgivable offense, as I was unable to greet you from afar."

Liu Xun finally saw Sima Yi's appearance clearly.

Lying on the tatami mat was a sickly young girl.

Her skin was almost translucent white. It wasn't just ordinary delicate whiteness, but a paleness from years of being deprived of sunlight.

The fine bluish veins at the temples meander beneath the skin, resembling the patterns on crackled porcelain.

Her features were exquisitely refined. Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were thin and pale, like an orchid touched by frost.

What's most striking are his eyes—black and bright, disproportionately large, set against his pale, thin face, making them appear even more profound.

Those eyes were fixed on Liu Xun.

She is Sima Yi.

In the original history, this person outlived Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Rui, and finally launched the Incident at Gaoping Tombs, seizing power in Cao Wei and paving the way for the Sima clan to replace Wei.

Some say she is a "tomb tiger"—a tiger lurking beside a grave, which will not move until it strikes, when it will surely kill.

At this moment, the "tiger" was lying on the couch, pale-faced and looking frail.

But those eyes were giving Liu Xun a warning.

Lying on the couch was not a sickly young girl, but a sharp sword hidden in its sheath.

"Zhongda," Sima Lang's voice came from behind, tinged with gentleness, "This is Princess Wannian, who came all the way from Xudu to treat your illness."

The girl propped herself up, trying to sit up: "Your Highness has arrived. I have failed to greet you properly. I am so sorry."

Sima Yi's smile was faint, carrying a hint of indifference.

Liu Xun sat down by the bed and began to inquire about the patient's condition.

When did the illness begin? What were the initial symptoms? When did it worsen? When did it subside? Which doctors did you see before? What medications did you use?

He had already asked Sima Lang about these things when he was in Xudu, and now he mainly wanted to confirm with the patients whether there were any omissions.

Sima Yi answered each question in turn. His voice was not loud, his pace was not fast, but his reasoning was very clear. The answer to each question was concise and to the point, without a single wasted word or unnecessary embellishment.

Liu Xun listened and nodded, secretly marveling at the performance.

This woman's thinking was so clear and so calm.

When ordinary patients describe their symptoms, they often include a lot of their own feelings, complaints, expectations, etc., but she was different. She described the time, place, symptoms, and changes clearly, and when she talked about the pain of her illness, it was as if she were describing someone else's illness.

Sima Yi had been suffering from rheumatism for four years. At first, it was just joint pain, but occasionally the pain would be so severe that he would have difficulty moving.

No matter how many doctors and medications he sought, he could not be cured; instead, his condition worsened day by day.

More than a year ago, she became unable to live a normal life and had not left the house since. Recently, even the pain has disappeared, and her body below the knees is completely numb and has lost all sensation.

This is why Sima Lang, upon hearing of a miraculous doctor, rashly went to visit Wannian Villa.

The entire Sima family had reached the point of desperate measures.

After examining Sima Yi, Liu Xun took his pulse and then spoke:

"Please stick out your tongue."

Sima Yi was taken aback.

A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed in those deep, dark eyes.

She had previously undergone tongue diagnosis by many medical professionals, but without exception, all of them were older women, and she didn't feel anything special.

But when she was asked to stick her tongue out at a boy face to face, she felt her skin tighten.

Just put on a show!

Your Highness, don't you understand the difference between men and women?

"Zhongda," Sima Lang said softly, noticing her lost in thought.

Sima Yi lowered his eyes, suppressing his embarrassment and anger.

She slowly opened her mouth and stuck out the tip of her tongue.

Liu Xun moved closer.

Now, Sima Yi didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

The young man's handsome face was so close to hers; she could see the curve of his eyelashes and smell his clean scent.

Her heart started racing uncontrollably.

Liu Xun took out a thin wooden skewer and gently moved it across her tongue, carefully observing the color and texture of her tongue coating. The movement was very light and steady; the wooden skewer barely touched her tongue.

Sima Yi stood there, frozen in place.

She was always shrewd and reserved, never showing her emotions. But at this moment, she felt her ears burning.

This princess is overacting a bit.

She sneered inwardly.

As the second daughter, she was known for her exceptional intelligence, even among her eight sisters who were hailed as the "Eight Talents of Sima".

Because she contracted an illness at a young age, she was physically weak and not good at exercising. As a result, she had few opportunities to travel, go sightseeing, or go hunting like her other sisters. Instead, she spent more time reading and thinking.

This also makes her thoughtful and insightful, with a deeper understanding of issues than others and a sharper eye than her peers.

She had long seen through this eternal princess before her.