"Eldest Young Master, I beg you, please stop howling, I promise I'll do it."
Tang Jinghao convulsed all over, foaming at the mouth, yet he didn't forget to curse him angrily.
On another bed, Prince Pu and his wife also heard their conversation, and enduring the pain, they said intermittently, "Stew...Steward, listen...listen to the Young Master, give him as much silver as he wants, as long as it saves our lives."
The steward was frightened, afraid that once Tang Jinghao recovered, he might seek revenge, and also afraid that he might stop breathing and just die like that, leaving the Prince Pu's Mansion without an heir.
Wouldn't that be a sin?
On another bed, Prince Pu and his wife also heard their conversation, and enduring the pain, they said intermittently, "Stew...Steward, listen...listen to the Young Master, give him as much silver as he wants, as long as it saves our lives."
"Yes, Prince."
