Dean Zhou felt deeply disturbed.
He felt for the Emperor.
And felt even more for himself.
Pity the imperial physicians, who get exceedingly anxious every time the Emperor has a headache or fever, fearing that the Emperor might suffer more and that their whole family's lives might be at stake.
It was the turn of the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen's Mansion to bandage the Emperor's wound...
She actually stitched it up with needle and thread.
The Emperor did not get angry, but even rewarded her.
If an imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital did such a thing, surely their grave would already be overgrown with grass.
Comparisons are odious and can be maddening.
...
Su Jin and Xie Jingchen had just ascended the steps, preparing to leave the mansion.
The palace carriage halted right in front of the Duke Mansion's gate.
The little eunuch riding on the shaft was an acquaintance.
