The sun grew hotter with each passing day. The copper bells at the eaves were baked scorching, and when the wind blew, it no longer brought a hint of coolness, only a dull buzzing.
As time passed, officials from various regions received court summons without delay but reported that the situations were still manageable.
The Holy Emperor should have breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, for some reason, his eyelids kept twitching.
He could walk around now.
But his body was festering in many places, unbearably itchy.
The Holy Emperor stood at the window, his eyes deep and brooding.
"Someone, bring Daoist Bao Pu here."
Bao Pu arrived after a stick of incense burned.
With his back to Bao Pu, the Holy Emperor said, "I am very uneasy, you..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
"Let me calculate the national fortune of Da Jin."
How bold were these words?
Yet the Holy Emperor did not punish him or stop him.
