Prime Minister Fan walked out of the Qianqing Palace, standing on the plaza. The howling north wind swept through, sending a bone-chilling cold down his back. He realized with a start that his back was already damp.
He glanced back and pressed his lips together.
The Emperor was increasingly unwilling to be patient with his old ministers.
Prime Minister Fan felt a chill rise in his heart.
"Why is Prime Minister Fan still standing here? The wind is strong here; Prime Minister Fan should take care of his health." Song Zhiyuan came out, stood beside him, and made a gesture of invitation, "Let me escort Prime Minister Fan."
Prime Minister Fan snorted and walked with him.
"The Emperor wants to use Lu Ming, what do you think?" Prime Minister Fan glanced at the person beside him.
Song Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Whomever the Emperor wants to employ, he has his reasons. As ministers, we should obey without question."
