The Crown Prince's mansion
Zhongshan Ling was very angry after hearing Chen Yao's words, his mind too far gone to register the strain on his lame foot. However, a short while after, his shaky legs broke the fog of anger in him. His hand on the wooden cane shook and he bit his lips gently. Eunuch Lan noticing these signs signalled for one of the low ranked eunuchs that followed behind him to bring the wheelchair forward.
He took control of the wheelchair and moved closer to the Crown Prince, he stooped a few steps away and bowed. "Don't strain your muscles, your highness. Please have a seat" he gestured to the wheelchair beside Zhongshan Ling. His words seemed to draw Zhongshan Ling away from his thought. The shift in attention made Zhongshan Ling conscious of the sharp pain below his knee, from the wooden foot he had on hitting his joints.
