Early morning.
The study in the prince's residence was brightly lit.
Wanyan Honglie, who had risen early, sat before his desk, listening to a servant's report.
"So... Master Liang really suffered a stroke?"
"Yes. Though Master Liang's martial arts are profound, he is too old. Last night, his anger overwhelmed his heart, and he could not endure it. However, Master Liang said that although he is half-paralyzed and will need a cane from now on, his internal strength remains intact. His right hand and right leg are still nimble. He can still use concealed weapons, deliver flying kicks, and take on a hundred men alone. He can still serve Your Highness."
"Master Liang truly is..."
Wanyan Honglie wore an odd expression, seeming both amused and moved as he said,
"Crippled in body, unbending in will. His loyalty and courage are commendable!"
It was not that he did not believe Liang Zi'ong could still fight.
A master at Liang Zi'ong's level might even be able to spit concealed weapons and kill people if his entire body were paralyzed, leaving only his mouth able to move. Much less now, when he was merely half-paralyzed and could still move his right hand and leg.
Still, with half his body paralyzed and a cane needed even to walk, his movement techniques and martial arts would inevitably be greatly diminished.
If he truly had to fight for his life in the future, he might not even be able to defeat Hou Tonghai.
"Send Master Liang one hundred taels of gold, ten bolts of brocade, and two jars of Imperial Golden Billow Wine."
Although Liang Zi'ong's martial arts would certainly be greatly diminished, Old Liang was an expert in medicine. He was skilled at preparing all kinds of wound medicines, tonics, and poisons. He could also