Marquis Wande had become an idiot, and his legs were useless. How could they devote themselves to his treatment?
They were only Imperial Physicians, not immortals who could revive the dead and flesh out the bones!
The Imperial Physicians, one after another, were at their wits' end but had no choice but to continue to tough it out and think of a solution.
Having left the Great Hall of Yongmen, Consort Xian took Consort De back to her Shangcheng Palace. After a maid served them some fine tea, Consort Xian sent the Palace Maids out to stand guard.
"Sister, you lost your composure today."
Consort Xian glanced at Consort De and said weightily, "Our father's condition is not looking good, but we must realize, as long as father's army of 200,000 remains with the Marquis of Wande's Mansion, our own positions in the palace will not change. Right now, what is most urgently needed is someone to take over father's military authority."
