The seventy-year-old Grand Doctor San Yisheng was vigorously engaged with his newly acquired fifteen-year-old favored concubine when an imperial edict arrived from the Xiqi Palace, nearly scaring him to the point of joining his recently deceased wife.
He dressed hastily and rushed to the palace, where he saw Ji Fa wrapped in bandages from head to toe, sitting somberly in the main seat.
"My king, who dared to..."
"Stop. I fell by myself."
"Fell by yourself? You must take care of your health, my king." San Yisheng didn't believe it. Knowing Ji Fa's stingy nature, if anyone in the city had beaten him, he would've had to endure it silently. Apart from the aging Lady Taiji, it could only have been that sudden appearance of Nezha.
The old fox knew that some things were better left unsaid; feigning ignorance was an acquired skill.
"So, my king, what is the agenda for today?"
"I ask you, if I want to become a wise and virtuous ruler, what should I do?"
