Jiang Fula heard the fatigue and self-blame in Song Zhiyuan's voice and felt a blockage in his heart, tears welling up in his eyes, as he stepped forward.
"Prime Minister, don't blame yourself. You only spared him repeatedly because of brotherly feelings, not expecting Third Lord to be so heartless. Besides, since the beginning of summer, the disasters have been relentless, and you've been busy with state affairs in the palace without rest. When have you ever left the palace before it was too late? On some days, you didn't even leave the Palace Gate, only to return for the early morning court sessions?"
Jiang Fula sighed, "As the saying goes, one person cannot split himself into many. You care for the country and its people, with your mind consumed by governance, naturally overlooking other matters. How can you blame yourself?"
Song Zhiyuan mockingly replied, "Your words are just excuses for my misjudgment, making me seem more incapable instead."
