"Father Emperor, Purple Leaf Tea is not a specialty of our Great Zhou, but rather a tribal tea from a remote tribe in a neighboring country. How did a Great Zhou general acquire it? It's quite puzzling."
The Emperor, overwhelmed by dizziness for some unknown reason, was brought a chair by a little eunuch, on which he sat and began nodding off.
"Father Emperor, are you feeling sleepy?"
Prince Le's call brought the Emperor back to his senses a bit, and he quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, what did you just say? Continue."
"I mentioned that the Purple Leaf Tea from General Luo is suspicious. Do you think he might have some connection with a foreign court..."
He didn't finish, but everyone understood his implication.
"No, you're overthinking it." The Emperor rubbed his head again while waving his hand dismissively.
