"I take my leave..."
Emperor Xiaochang stood up, flicked his sleeve robe, and left the Daoist Temple with a weary look. Xu Xing had offered tea to see him off; the Emperor, however, merely touched the tea to his lips before taking his leave. He was, after all, an emperor and had his own temper. Now that he could see his own death was not far off, he was unwilling to endure such cold treatment.
I laughed at Hai An for being inferior to his father, but this Emperor Xiaochang, though he has the appearance of an enlightened monarch, is hardly any better than Hai An when confronted with setbacks...
Xu Xing raised his sleeve, drawing the wine from the wine cup back into the wine jar, then returned the jar of Spiritual Wine to his Storage Bag.
