"Prime Minister, don't make it difficult for me. That position was decided by The Emperor," the eunuch said sorrowfully.
He had been muddled by Long Rui's actions and had forgotten, so he painfully turned around and looked pitiably at The Emperor, "Your Majesty, I request to change my position."
Seeing the Prime Minister in such a miserable state, barely recognizable, The Emperor cursed silently, calling him useless.
"Permission granted."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
With The Emperor's approval, the eunuch put the chair down. This position was dozens of meters away from War Prince, falling within a safe range. The Prime Minister assessed it internally and then sat down with relief.
The Emperor then summoned the Imperial Physician to apply medicine to the Prime Minister before resuming the discussion.
