Celestial Master Zhang suddenly opened his eyes, exerting all his strength to roar: "Can you let me have some peace?"

The sudden roar from Celestial Master Zhang scared Lady Zhang so much that she took several steps back. After a while, she regained her composure and looked at Celestial Master Zhang on the bed in disbelief, heartbrokenly saying, "Old Master, you... you shouted at me?"

Celestial Master Zhang was suddenly struck by this calamity, feeling agitated, and Madam Zhang kept pestering him with questions. Unable to hold back, he exploded with emotion.

Celestial Master Zhang lay on the bed, expressing his despair, "Madam, I beg you, please leave and let me have some peace."

Indeed, a person suddenly becoming incomplete would be distressing for anyone. Moreover, Celestial Master Zhang held an important position in the Imperial Court and was a favored figure before The Emperor. Suddenly facing the loss of all these, it felt like living hell.

Madam Zhang cried, saying, "Old Master, don’t be like this. I’ve depended on you all my life."

Celestial Master Zhang shouted loudly once more, "If you don’t want to see my corpse tomorrow, then keep nagging."

Lady Zhang was terrified, quickly wiping away her tears, and said, "Old Master, don’t be like this. I’ll leave right away."

The Old Master was her heaven, her earth. If he were no longer around, how would she live her life? The mere thought of the consequences frightened Madam Zhang, sending a shiver through her, and she dared not make a fuss anymore. Covering her mouth with her hand, she softly cried and retreated.

"Madam, don’t be too sad. The Old Master is in a bad mood; you should understand him," her personal maid comforted her.

Madam Zhang cried with a red nose, pitiably saying, "Yes, I know. The Old Master has been gravely injured, and his mood is surely bad, but we’ve been married for so long, and he’s never been this harsh with me."

As she spoke, Madam Zhang couldn’t help but cry again.

Maid: "The Heavenly Master’s mood is bad, Madam, you must understand him."

Madam Zhang: "Yes."

At this moment, the steward cautiously approached, quietly reporting, "Madam, an important visitor has arrived."

Madam Zhang, in her grief, flared up as soon as she saw the steward, not even listening clearly to what he said, she unleashed a scolding on him, "You handle such trivial matters, why bother me with everything? At critical times, what’s the use of having a steward like you?"

The steward lowered his head, trying to minimize his presence. He knew the Madam didn’t like him, but what else could he do? Madam Situ from the War Prince’s Mansion had come, and her status was not like other ordinary officials.

The War Prince held power over the Imperial Court, and even the servants from the War Prince’s Mansion were feared by other officials. Everyone gave way in everything, afraid of offending the War Prince and bringing disaster upon themselves.

Therefore, the steward came to report to the Madam. Who knew he would be scolded so harshly by her.

Madam Zhang glared at the steward and scolded, "Get out, don’t be an eyesore to me here."

With his head low, the steward replied lifelessly, "Yes."

Madam Zhang sternly shouted again, "Get out now."

The steward, dispirited, walked towards the door. Close to the door, after much deliberation, he gathered his courage, suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and shouted loudly, "Madam, Madam Situ has arrived."

Madam Zhang was about to lose her temper, but hearing Madam Situ’s name stopped her, and she asked, "What? What did you say? Say it again."

Only then did the steward turn around and say, "Madam Situ and Young Master Zhao have arrived and are waiting in the main hall."