She followed behind him into the bedroom.
On the bed.
Lu Zhantang was dressed in white pajamas, wrapped in bandages. He looked like a mummy. His face was pale, and his breathing was weak. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
He struggled to sit up. Zhang Ronghua stepped forward and held him down." You're still moving with such injuries?"
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed myself in front of you," Lu Zhantang said with a bitter smile.
Madam Lu brought over a chair and let Ding Yi sit down. She then served him some tea and tactfully left.
"Did the people from the palace come?" asked Zhang Ronghua.
"Yes." Lu Zhantang nodded.
"Thanks!"
"We're brothers, so why are you being so polite?" Zhang Ronghua laughed.
"Once my injuries recover and I head to the Soul Palace to take up my post, it will likely be a dragon's pool and tiger's den. With the personality of palace lord Hun Qingzhu, she will definitely not let me have it easy."
"Are you scared?"
