The Emperor was moved, but not entirely.
To put it in modern terms, he felt his beloved concubine had gone a little crazy. He wasn't sure, so he decided to wait and see. He was a man who valued attitude, and those who valued attitude were prone to getting swept up in romance; they ate up these kinds of extreme displays of affection.
His reason told him his beloved concubine was unhinged.
His heart told him, 'Being loved by a crazy person is such a thrill!'
He summoned an Imperial Physician to take Jiang Xian's pulse, prescribed a nourishing soup to drive out the cold, and scheduled seven days of wellness checks. "I want to see a healthy and whole Noble Lady Gu. Do you understand?"
The situation Doctor Sun now faced was like a text-based game with very little freedom—
The Emperor asks, "Do you understand?"
[Understood.]
[Very much understood.]
[Perfectly understood.]
There were three options, yet it felt like there was no choice at all.
