Song Zhiyuan casually spoke in front of the Emperor to gain favor, not naming names, but Emperor Chu, being a wise man, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
Song Qing truly knows how not to suffer losses.
"What my mother said was just from experience. If the Emperor wishes to hear, I can recount it for you. It's like this: to have more princes, eat more meat and let the ladies eat more vegetables..."
Isn't it said that he and the Emperor were childhood friends who faced hardships together?
Come, good brothers should advance and retreat together on the road to middle-aged prosperity. I'll lean on you, you support me, and we'll journey down the road of prosperity, never to return.
Emperor Chu looked at Song Zhiyuan's face, which had grown noticeably rounder, and said, "No wonder you've become so round."
Song Zhiyuan just smiled without speaking.
Seeing through it but not exposing it, leaving a bit of dignity for the subject, then we can remain good ruler and minister.
