After being carried into the Empress Dowager's bedchamber, Wang De forced himself to lift his head from the stretcher. "Empress Dowager," he said miserably, "your servant was careless and fell from a palace wall. I can no longer move, so I'm afraid I cannot be of service to you."
Upon seeing this, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but feel both angry and annoyed. She felt that something about this was suspicious.
'After all, Wang De isn't seventy or eighty years old, and his legs have always been quite nimble. So how could he have suddenly fallen from a palace wall?'
But since things had come to this, there was no point in saying anything else. She could only glare hatefully at Wang De.
"You old dog, you picked a fine time to fall. Now get out."
"Yes!"
Wang De responded and was promptly carried out by several young eunuchs.
Only after leaving the bedchamber did Wang De let out a long sigh of relief. Then, with lingering fear, he glanced back at the gloomy palace chambers.
