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Ye Shengge felt awe-struck, knowing that the real test was coming.

The emperor may only care about the results, but this thoughtful concubine is obviously more interested in him as a person.

He can't have the slightest flaw.

Ye Shengge took a deep breath, quickly ran through the vague memories of the original owner in his mind, and then blended them into the draft he had already prepared.

"Replying to your Majesty," he said in a low voice, choked with sobs, "This slave's nickname is Ye Shengge. He was originally an errand boy of Shangshan Supervisor."

"Slave... I am originally from Hejian Prefecture. My ancestors have some knowledge of medicine and opened a small medicine shop. My father often treats minor illnesses for my neighbors. Although my life is not rich, it is stable."

He paused and his shoulders trembled: "But there are unforeseen circumstances...Ten years ago, my hometown was hit by a great plague that had never happened in a century. In order to save the infected neighbors, my parents took care of them day and night, but I...unfortunately got sick and both died..."

"The family property was seized by a distant uncle, and the drug store was sold off. The slave was young and unable to resist, so he was driven out of the house and lived on the streets..."

"Later, I was abducted by someone, resold several times, and finally... finally entered the palace and purified myself..."

When he said this, his voice was almost whimpering, and he lay on the ground, his thin body trembling slightly.

Half truth and half falsehood are the most touching.

Hejian Mansion, the plague and the destruction of the family, these are the most profound fragments in the memory of the original owner.

As for "ancestors have some knowledge of medical science", it is naturally the best excuse he can find for his medical skills, and his miserable life experience can win sympathy and lower his wariness.

A helpless servant with an innocent background is better than a person of unknown origin to reassure the imperial concubine.

Sure enough, Su Qingwan was silent for a moment after listening.

"Hejian Mansion... I remember that there was indeed an epidemic there ten years ago, and many people died." Su Qingwan slowly said, "It's pitiful. Your parents died practicing medicine to save people, which is considered a good deed. Is your ability to diagnose and treat illnesses inherited from your family?"

"I'm scared," Ye Shengge said quickly. "My father's knowledge was superficial. I was young at the time. I only knew a few medicinal materials and memorized a few soup rhymes. I really don't have any medical skills."

"I was lucky enough to relieve my mother's symptoms today... I was really desperate. I remembered that my father had mentioned a case of strange symptoms in his letters, which was somewhat similar to my mother's situation. I was afraid of delaying my mother's condition, so I took the plunge."

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