After making the necessary arrangements, Wang Decai walked briskly into the inner chamber.
At this moment, Zhang Chengyan was sitting upright on his daybed, his complexion ruddy and his spirit vigorous—there was not the slightest trace of a man who had been injured.
Wang Decai handed him a cup of warm tea. "Your Majesty, you saw the situation for yourself. Noble Consort Zhao’s devotion to you is truly sincere."
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