"I'm doing quite well. Please convey to His Highness that there's no need to worry about me."
I suppose His Highness would be very happy to hear this.
"Master Zhang, could you speak more frankly? I'm sorry, but I've been feeling out of sorts recently, unwell, and it's rather uninteresting for you to speak in such cryptic ways."
"Uh..." Master Zhang stammered.
"I am someone who appreciates kindness; the Sixth Prince is well aware of this. So, there's no need for you, Master, to keep testing me here."
"This servant has been presumptuous."
Master Zhang stood up to apologize. But he had figured something out: the man before him had clearly placed himself on an equal footing with his own master.
"Let's discuss important matters."
"Yes, Lord Zheng. Several hundred shopkeepers and caravan leaders accompanied this servant."
"So many?"
