The Emperor nodded, feeling quite pleased, "Good, Beloved Minister Zhao, you may withdraw now. I am tired and need to rest."
This morning, the War Prince infuriated him. It's almost noon now, and The Emperor hasn't had breakfast yet!
Earlier, when he was angry, he didn't even feel hungry and couldn't eat. Now that his mood has improved, he feels a pang of hunger; The Emperor decides to have a hearty meal and then take a nap.
The Emperor was rarely in such a good mood, and Zhao Yin was very happy too. He lowered his head and respectfully responded, "Yes."
After tidying up his props, he retreated.
The Emperor sat on the Dragon Throne, envisioning Gu insects wriggling inside Long Rui's body, with Long Rui curled up in pain on his bed. His spirits lifted, and he couldn't help but smile broadly, muttering to himself, "Long Rui, if you don't let me live comfortably, I won't let you off easily either."
