Before long, He Su sent someone with a message for him.
If he wanted the Silver back, he would have to beg her!
This was no small amount of money, and what's more, his second brother was in desperate need of the Thousand-year-old ginseng to save his life; he couldn't afford to delay a moment longer.
So he went, only to be stopped outside by the house servants of He Mansion.
"Our Lady says that if you wish to ask for help, you must have the attitude of a supplicant. If you kneel thrice and kowtow nine times, sincerely admitting your fault, she might consider seeing you if she is in a good mood."
It was dusk at that time, and he knew they were deliberately humiliating him, but his dignity, his pride, his everything, were less important than his brother's life.
In fact, over the years, he had wished countless times that he was the one born sickly; he was willing to suffer the pain and weakness of sickness in place of his brother.
Thrice he knelt.
