Wang Su had been having the worst possible luck lately.
Ever since he had provoked that filthy creature in Yuan City, his official career, which should have enjoyed smooth sailing, had suffered one blow after another.
The affair with Jia Chong last time had not cost Wang Su his life, but it had landed him firmly on Sima Shi's blacklist.
Had he not been Sima Zhao's father-in-law, he would probably already have "died of illness brought on by fear and anxiety."
Although Sima Zhao had repeatedly assured Wang Su that he placed particular trust in the Wang family, Wang Su knew that his official career was probably finished.
The Sima Family was unlikely to entrust him with important responsibilities again.
These days, he had shut himself away in his residence without setting foot outside, telling everyone that he was gravely ill and refusing to get involved in anything.
Even when he heard that the Grand General was gravely ill, he had not sent anyone to visit.
He had already made up his mind: staying alive came first, and he would never again involve himself in the turmoil of the Imperial Court.
If I don't leave home, surely you filthy creature can't bring any more trouble down on me?
When he learned that Zhong Hui had come, Wang Su was not particularly interested.
He received Zhong Hui while seated on his bed.
Zhong Hui paused in surprise, but paid no mind to his discourtesy and greeted him with a cheerful bow.
"Lord Wang, it has been some time... I heard that you were gravely ill, so I came especially to visit."
"Oh... Thank you for your concern, Shiji. This old man isn't dead yet."
Wang Su's attitude toward Zhong Hui was exceptionally cold, leaving even Wang Kai, who stood at the