Bai Shan silently sat back in his place, trying to minimize his presence along with his colleagues.
The secretary was already accustomed to it, being around the emperor every day; he witnessed both open schemes and quite a few clandestine plots.
To be an emperor, even if one's heart isn't entirely dark, it can never be pure red; it always carries a tint of black to hold the throne stably.
Manbao, having obtained the medical book she wanted, didn't concern herself with anything else. She comfortably reported to the Imperial Hospital daily to check on the concubines and occasionally made house calls, with the most regular visits being to the Zheng Family.
This time, when she was leaving the Zheng Family, they finally remembered to pay her a consultation fee—a plate of silver ingots. Manbao accepted it without hesitation, distributing one ingot each to the two accompanying assistant doctors.
