Upon hearing about his sister's matter, Duke Ping became even more worried. Indeed, this year is much colder than previous years.
"Your Majesty, this old official has recently acquired a fine batch of charcoal and warm furs, which I will have sent into the palace shortly."
The Old Emperor, upon hearing it, thought just charcoal and furs, who are you trying to insult!
Doesn't the palace already have these things?
This old fool is clearly pretending to be confused with me!
However, Duke Ping was genuinely concerned about his sister; the charcoal was specially transported by him and was indeed very useful.
Furthermore, the warm furs were gifts from his old battlefield comrade who hunted the animals, not something that could be bought with gold and silver.
The Old Emperor was frustrated inside, but on the surface, he had to hold back. Helpless, he could only hint slightly, "Minister Xie, what Minister Su mentioned earlier about the warm clothes, are they really that effective?"
