Song Xiang trembled with fear, quickly kowtowing, "Your Majesty, I am old, and my chronic leg ailment keeps recurring. Please have mercy on me, Your Majesty, and let me wait outside!"
The Emperor looked at Lin Xiang, "And you? Is it the same case as Song Xiang, afflicted by the old leg ailment?"
Lin Xiang's forehead was sweating, and he quickly nodded, "I am even a few years older than Song Xiang!"
Lin Xiang's words were not unreasonable; he was indeed older than Song Xiang. Considering his physical condition, age, and the political situation, at most three to five years, he should retire to enjoy his later years in peace.
"So, do you want to wait outside as well?"
"Yes!"
The Emperor smiled, "I would like to grant your wish, but first, clear up your matters!"
Lin Xiang suddenly raised his head, looking at the Emperor, the fine sweat on his forehead increasing.
"What is Your Majesty saying? I don't understand!"
