"Your Highness, this old servant is useless, adding to your burden with my care. But don't worry too much. I am not seriously hurt. With Master Chen watching over me, your mind can be at ease."
Master Zhang lay on the bed, coughing every few sentences. He appeared as wilted as a frost-bitten eggplant.
Chen Guangting stood by. When Zheng Fan and the Sixth Prince walked in, he held a basin and a towel, apparently about to wipe Master Zhang's body.
"It's good to know you're okay, Master Zhang. You're familiar with the situation in my household. Talented individuals aren't exactly lining up to offer their services, so we're fortunate to have your care. Without it, I wouldn't even sleep soundly at night."
"You jest, Your Highness. Serving you is a blessing I have earned over several lifetimes."
"Master Chen, we'll be troubling you to take care of Master Zhang. We will wait until Master Zhang has recovered enough to travel before we return to the capital."
