The matchmaker’s words infuriated Minister Wu to no small degree. He staggered, clutching his chest as his breathing grew rapid. Seeing this, the butler knew his master’s heart condition had flared up. He quickly stepped forward to steady him.
"Careful, my lord."
At the same time, the butler produced a tin of fast-acting heart pills, quickly shaking a few into his palm and feeding them to Minister Wu. Only after consuming the medicine did the Minister’s breathing gradually steady. With a trembling finger, he pointed at the matchmaker kneeling on the floor.
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