"Yes, your servant will attend to His Majesty to sleep."
Wei Zhonghe carefully supported the Yan Emperor to the side hall. After laying him down, he quietly exited the hall.
Just as he stepped out,
a senior eunuch in red robes came to report:
"Consort Ding is deceased, due to illness."
Wei Zhonghe nodded.
The senior eunuch then said, "That item, I have prepared..."
Wei Zhonghe's gaze immediately stiffened, and he lowly exclaimed:
"What, you want to thoroughly investigate before reporting to His Majesty to gain credit for your efficiency?"
"Your humble servant dares not, dares not."
"Let this matter end here; don't mention it again, clueless thing."
"Yes, your humble servant understands, understands."
Watching that senior eunuch slink away, Wei Zhonghe shook his head and inspected around His Majesty's resting place before returning to his own quarters.
