The eunuch hurriedly intervened, "Your Majesty, it's already late at night, and you're still sick; you can't go out and catch a breeze."
"The hall is stifling; it's summer, not winter. The sun has shone for seventy-three consecutive days; even if I'm bare-chested, I won't catch a cold!" The Emperor pushed the eunuch aside, "Get far away; I don't want to see you all."
The air outside the hall was stifling, but the sky was clear with a sparse scattering of stars, showing no sign of rain.
Liu Yuan felt even more troubled; if this continued, before Zhao Hanzhang and the Jin Court attacked, they would have already descended into chaos internally.
His grand plans for the kingdom, his boundless ambition, were they all to come to a halt here?
