"Your subordinate is guilty. Please forgive me, Your Highness." The Hundred-Household Officer had no choice but to repeatedly kowtow and admit his guilt.
"Now that sounds more like it." Seeing cold sweat bead on the Hundred-Household Officer's forehead, Su Ziji patted his cheek. "I won't make things difficult for you. Go back and tell Eunuch Ma that Young Master Fang is gravely ill, and that I have invited him to the Prince's Residence for treatment."
"If there is official business, come to Prince Dai's Residence. As a prince, I must set an example and will not hinder Eunuch Ma's duties—did you hear me clearly?"
"I—I heard clearly." The Hundred-Household Officer hurriedly kowtowed in assent, inwardly relaxing as well. He had already tried to stop them; now that Prince Dai had taken the responsibility onto himself, he could report back.
"Young Master Fang, you have no objections, do you?" Su Ziji looked toward Fang Zhen.
Fang Zhen had long since recovered his wits. Though he knew his personal servant had gone to Prince Dai for help, he had not expected Prince Dai to truly come—and so quickly.
"I am naturally willing to go to Your Highness's residence." Fang Zhen tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile.
By then, Fang Zhen's servant had already pushed the wheelchair inside. Su Ziji's people helped, and several men lifted Fang Zhen and carefully placed him in the chair. Su Ziji went in front and the others followed behind, and they simply walked out in broad daylight.
The Imperial City Office men watched anxiously, yet none dared stop them. Forget laying a hand on them—even saying another word took courage they did not have.
The Hundred-Household Officer might have been slapped, but this was Prince Dai, who had only recently bathed Lady Three