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"Humble Subject Fu Minde greets Lord Yue." 

Yan Zheyun propped the emperor up in bed with the help of some long square cushions that lined the wall. It was fortunate that soft pillows had already been invented because the alternative was the ceramic or rattan versions that he still couldn't get used to, in which case, the emperor might as well just lean back against the solid headboards of the bed frame. 

It was only until Yan Zheyun was certain that the emperor was comfortable that he turned to regard the gentleman with the snow-white beard, who had walked up to present a bow to him. His robes were officious as they had a buzi (1) stitched upon them, two white birds amidst a colourful brocade. Yan Zheyun had no idea what rank this pattern indicated but given the man's seniority, his family name, and his presence here in this hidden corner of Qianqing Palace, Yan Zheyun could hazard a guess at his identity.

"Imperial Physician Fu?"