Lu Zhaoyan was at a loss for words... and he couldn't speak, for his domineering father had taken the person directly to his courtyard and had summoned the Imperial Physician to treat Lu Yuan.
The Imperial Physician had just finished checking Mr. Zimu's pulse, and before he even warmed the seat in the carriage, he was dragged out again.
"Prepare a room for him."
Emperor Liang ordered.
Lu Zhaoyan pointed to Lu Yuan's chamber: "This one."
Emperor Liang carried Lu Yuan into the room and placed him on... the cold and hard bed.
Steward Jia, who had hurriedly followed, was nearly blacked out at the sight of this bed.
Yesterday, in order to please this young ancestor, he had put on the softest mattress in the residence, a full five layers!
Who could tell him where the mattress he brought went?!
Emperor Liang's face darkened.
Lu Yuan said dejectedly, "It doesn't matter. I'm already content having a place to shield from wind and rain."
Lu Zhaoyan wanted to hit someone...
