"Anshun, you heard what the Imperial Physician said, right? Are you really going to just watch Song Zhaoyi continue on like this?" Zhang Maoquan chuckled softly. "As servants, we have to be sharp sometimes. We need to know what we can and cannot do, when we should and should not speak. Don't you agree?"
Anshun's face was a mask of misery, his brow furrowed so tightly it seemed twisted into a knot. His eyes betrayed his inner struggle. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if my mistress blames me, I'll accept it. Chief Steward Zhang is right. This can't be kept secret any longer."
Zhang Maoquan adopted a listening posture and didn't press him to continue.
