When Defu stepped forward again to serve, his master's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Master, you..."
Defu wanted to ask the physician if his master's illness was incurable.
But he didn't have the courage to ask.
He felt very sympathetic; after all, the master was their lord, and a large group of concubines in the palace were waiting eagerly for his favor.
Alas, it's truly a miserable situation.
If this got out, how could things turn out?
Hmm, only heaven knows, earth knows, my master knows, and I know... No, I don't know anything either; I'm deaf and blind, and today, I never accompanied the master to see a doctor.
Along the way, Defu tried to minimize his presence.
Although he had served the master for many years, and to outsiders, there seemed to be some bond, everyone knew that there were no family ties in the imperial family. Brothers and sisters wouldn't hesitate to kill each other, let alone a servant like him.
