The old man surnamed Su showed a look of disappointment, shaking his head and saying, "Pei Hao has changed, and you have changed too. I am but a mere commoner, not as precious as a Prime Minister. If I die, then so be it. If my death can make the people see this foolish Emperor clearly, then how does it matter if I die?"
The Left Prime Minister sighed. Before he came, he already knew the outcome of this trip.
He moved his lips, wanting to speak, but the old man surnamed Su waved his large sleeve and said solemnly, "If our paths differ, we should part ways. Escort the guest out!"
The Left Prime Minister gave him one last look, sighed lightly, and left.
Great Scholar Su didn't look at him again, instead, he raised his head and gazed at the portrait of the Confucian Saint on the wall, his eyes filled with determination...
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Ningxin Garden.
