The sound of knocking mixed with shouting suddenly woke up the Prime Minister. Having not slept all night, he was not only drowsy but his head was also aching terribly.
"What's going on? Knocking on the door so loudly, trying to summon a spirit?"
The Prime Minister sat up on the bed, rubbing his temples with his hands, utterly annoyed. His head was about to split open, and the servant outside was still banging on the door, making him feel restless and irritable.
"Get in here." Enduring the intense headache, the Prime Minister couldn't help but roar angrily.
The servant entered nervously, face ashen, to report, "Prime Minister, something bad has happened."
"Who's having a bad time?" The Prime Minister bristled and blew his beard, indignant. How dare this worthless servant openly curse him! Was he tired of living?
