"Your Majesty, as an old minister and a healer, I must speak the truth to my patients. Deception will ultimately lead to disaster," Fu Qingzhu said. "Lies must be tailored to whom they're told. If it's a commoner, a lie might help them live a little longer, and afterward, you can explain the truth to their family."
The intrigues of the royal harem are far more complex, incomparable to the lives of commoners. A slight mistake can have severe consequences.
"I've heard you've recently given a public lecture at the Research Institute that caused quite a stir, haven't you?" Zhao Rui asked.
"Even Your Majesty knows about this?"
"I overheard it in casual conversations from my staff. It's rather surprising that you would suddenly support an unknown young apprentice from Dongshan City's medical community," Zhao Rui questioned.
"The old minister has found a promising talent and wishes to assist him."
"Aren't you afraid that you might ruin him by elevating him too high?" Zhao Rui asked.
