These people were all old hands, well aware that His Majesty the King was not joking with those words. If this matter really got out, it would be hard for any of them to keep their heads on their shoulders.

Moreover, their behavior today was far from dignified. If word spread, it would do nothing good for their reputations either.

As for Ethan Grant, borrowing the name of the gods to intimidate this group of ministers and nobles, making them tremble in fear, was naturally a matter of keeping a low profile.

He certainly didn’t want this incident to spread and end up being seen as a freak or an oddity by the entire nation!

Lucas Bennett was quite moved, holding Marquis Grant’s hand and, for once, speaking with genuine emotion: “Marquis Grant, the loyalty and righteousness of you and your son truly move me.”

Logan Grant could only give a wry smile. His son had taken on everything and said all the right things. If he tried to stop him now, wouldn’t that just make things awkward? He could only grumble inwardly.

“You little rascal, you sure are quick to take on everything, but don’t mess it up. Oh well, as father and son, if you do mess things up, no matter how big the disaster, I’ll take the blame for you.”

After this dramatic turn of events, Logan Grant’s mindset had become much steadier.

As the saying goes, long illness makes the patient a doctor. In his previous life, Ethan Grant had been troubled by the Taiyin Constitution for a million years. Naturally, he had studied these symptoms extensively.

Of course, with the current conditions, refining a Sun and Moon Divine Pill like his father did in his previous life was nothing but a pipe dream—completely impossible.

The Sun and Moon Divine Pill was a heaven-defying elixir that seized the fortune of heaven and earth, contending for longevity with the sun and moon. Even the Heavenly Emperor had to expend divine essence and sacrifice his own lifespan to refine it.

As for the ingredients needed to make the Sun and Moon Divine Pill, it was likely that not a single one existed in this world. Even if they did, in this mortal realm, no one could replicate the Heavenly Emperor’s miraculous feat.

There was no Sun and Moon Divine Pill, but even a pill imitating it, if it could achieve even one ten-thousandth of its effect, would be enough to extend life by a hundred years.

You should know, in his previous life, Ethan Grant took the Sun and Moon Divine Pill and lived for a million years without dying. If not for encountering the tribulation of the Heavenly Dao, he might have been truly immortal.

Given Emily Bennett’s condition, to have her live a million years—even if the Heavenly Emperor himself were reborn, it would probably be impossible.

But to let her live to a hundred and eighty, Ethan Grant absolutely had a way, and more than one.

However, Ethan Grant had no intention of solving everything in one go. If he resolved Emily Bennett’s problem in just a few moves, who knows how long Lucas Bennett’s gratitude would last.

The heart of an emperor is the most fickle. Short-term gratitude can never guarantee long-term harmony.

Ethan Grant needed time. Given time, the king of a mere mortal kingdom was nothing to him.

So, he might as well take his time and do things thoroughly. As long as he could extend the princess’s lifespan, everything else would be easy.

In this way, not only could he buy himself plenty of time, but he also gave himself an invisible shield of protection.

As the princess’s exclusive imperial physician, anyone who wanted to touch him would have to think twice—could they bear the king’s wrath?

With his eloquent response, Ethan Grant finally agreed to enter the palace for a consultation with the princess in three days, and managed to send the whole group away.

But Fat Gavin came over with a mournful face: “Brother Ethan, you’re really cruel. If you were going to play dead, you could have given your little brother a hint! My illustrated edition of ‘The Carnal Prayer Mat’ was one of a kind, and now it’s been burned. Tell me, how am I supposed to get through those long, lonely nights from now on?”

“And that ten-thousand tael silver note, that was the real deal…”

“Fatty, are you saying that ten-thousand tael silver note was real?” Ethan Grant looked at the shameless fatty with a half-smile.

Fatty chuckled, scratching his head: “I wasn’t finished! It was the genuine article—genuine Jiumingtang product. Cost me five taels of silver to buy it, you know.”

Jiumingtang was an old, established shop in the capital, specializing in printing paper money for the underworld.

When Fatty mentioned the five taels of silver, his face twitched with pain.

Fatty was notoriously stingy; getting him to part with money was as painful as bleeding him dry.

“Brother Ethan, I won’t mention the ten-thousand tael silver note anymore. But that ‘Carnal Prayer Mat’ really was one of a kind…”

“Don’t stop! If you don’t bring it up, I’ll forget—when are you going to pay back the ten thousand taels you borrowed from me last time?” Ethan Grant said with a laugh.

“Huh? Brother Ethan, what did you just say? You played dead so convincingly just now. I was so heartbroken, cried so hard my eardrums burst, and now my ears don’t work. No, no, I need to find a doctor. Brother Ethan, take care of yourself, I’ll come visit you later…”

As he finished speaking, Fatty had already dashed out the main gate like a streak of lightning.

Of the three close friends who had come earlier, besides Fat Gavin, there were also Samuel Hill and Henry Clark, all sons of noble families who had been friends with Ethan Grant for generations.

Seeing Fat Gavin slip away, Samuel Hill offered a few words of comfort to Ethan Grant and then took his leave.

Henry Clark originally wanted to explain something, but Ethan Grant just patted him on the shoulder, so in the end he said nothing and left as well.

Once everyone had gone, only the father and son of the Jiang family remained.