At the West Gate, Jiang Fula waited in front of the Palace Gate, standing on tiptoes and looking inside. Upon seeing his master, he quickly opened a bamboo umbrella to shield him from the scorching sun.
"In the future, let Fugui and the others handle these things when picking someone up. The heat is unbearable; be careful you don't get heatstroke too," Song Zhiyuan said.
Jiang Fula felt as refreshed as if a cool spring had flowed down his throat. He replied with a smile, "I always stay in the shade, so I'm not hot. Besides, those youngsters aren't very alert; I can't feel at ease."
"You're the Grand Steward, managing more than just one affair. When you spread yourself too thin, trivial matters like these don't need your personal involvement. Your main role is to guide them. Without giving them opportunities, how can they grow? Everyone ages, including you, and eventually, someone will have to take over your duties, just like how I coach others."
