In the Yangxin Hall, Emperor Chu had another outburst, driving out several Ministers and others.
"Silver, silver, silver, apart from asking for silver, there is no other contribution."
Song Zhiyuan kept his hands folded and said nothing.
Emperor Chu glared at him, his face darkening, "You have nothing to say?"
"Huh?"
Huh?
Emperor Chu casually tossed a memorial over, mocking him for his "huh" and pointing out that he couldn't even calm the Emperor's anger with a single word of comfort, questioning his usefulness.
"Calm your anger, Your Majesty!" Song Zhiyuan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the weather is hot, why not enjoy two bowls of mung bean soup to alleviate the summer heat before speaking, lest the imperial body suffers from the heat."
