Emperor Xuanming's emotions were somewhat surging as he looked at the young and radiant Chu Jin, sighing, "It's a pity, I am already old."
"Emperor, you are being too modest. Not to mention your current good health, you are still quite young." Chu Jin wouldn't stupidly fall into the conversation; if Emperor Xuanming was deeply immersed in the dream of wanting longevity, he would surely be in trouble.
"Emperor, your merits will last for ages, as long as you take good care of your health, it's a blessing for our people." Chu Jin, sweet-tongued, praised him without leaving a trace.
For an emperor, there is no one who doesn't wish to be a wise ruler.
At least those capable of being a wise ruler wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, especially one that would be celebrated through the ages.
"You are right, I too want to see a prosperous Great Chu." Emperor Xuanming was in a fairly good mood.
