West Capital City, Mr. Wu's Residence, Dusk.
Mr. Wu's residence is a secluded small courtyard, looking just like an academy.
Once accompanying the Martial King, being second only to one person, Mr. Wu never imagined that his abode would be so simple, with only about twenty servants and maids combined.
He doesn't know his age, has never married, and doesn't even have a personal guard.
He walks alone.
Ever since the Martial King ordered him to stay home before his expedition, not to come out until he recovered from his illness, a squad of guards was added outside Mr. Wu's residence.
He was very clear that they were there to watch over him, in other words, they were guards to imprison him.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart; the Martial King once trusted him the most, but now, he turned his back like changing a face, and acted to imprison him.
Mr. Wu, who originally wasn't sick, has truly fallen ill these past two days—heart-sick.
