The maid wept as she gathered the shards from the floor, tears pattering down.
She was Zhu Zhufeng's personal maid. Seeing her master in this state hurt her more than anyone.
Perhaps her sobbing was loud enough to disturb the young man. With dull, lifeless eyes, he murmured:
"Ru'er, am I really that useless? Like a piece of trash? Without my hands, I can't do anything right. Now I can't even cultivate my soul power. I'm a complete cripple."
The maid dropped the shards in her hands and flung herself down before Zhu Zhufeng, clutching his legs tightly as she cried, "No! Young master, you're a man who can hold up the heavens! As long as you take your medicine on time, you'll recover someday. The Clan Leader begged the Imperial Family for these medicines!"
The Imperial Family? Heh. What a joke.
He would never believe the Imperial Family had played no part in this assassination attempt. His movements had been so secretive-how could anyone from the Heaven Dou Empire have known about them?
Besides, before he lost consciousness, he had heard certain people talking.
Only a ghost would know whether the medicines his father had begged from the Imperial Family actually worked.
Once the Hell Spirit Cat Family's eldest son was crippled, the family would have no choice but to keep clinging to the Dai Family to prolong its faltering existence.
"Ru'er, you should go. I'm not worth all this. I'm already a cripple. You should find someone better."
Zhu Zhufeng gently pushed away the woman clinging to his legs. In truth, he was deeply grateful to her.
After he was injured, this woman from his clan had volunteered to become his personal maid. She worked tirelessly without complaint, and nothing he did could drive her away.
"No! I