To Song Zhiyuan, the Emperor avoiding meeting others like this would make anyone anxious. If it were him, he would be scrambling like an ant on a hot pan.
So he quite understands the thoughts of the people outside.
"No wonder they're anxious, as the news here has been completely blocked from spreading, and if you don't appear soon, they might storm the palace." Song Zhiyuan commented neutrally.
Emperor Chu curled his lips and was about to speak when another call for an audience with the Emperor sounded from outside, louder than ever before.
Song Zhiyuan felt his temples throb and glanced at Emperor Chu. It was about time.
Emperor Chu saw his expression, which resembled that of a pug raised by a concubine in the harem—pathetic and cute. He couldn't help but smile, "You go out and deal with them first."
Song Zhiyuan exhaled lightly; he could finally go home.
