"Oh dear, that's not just an ordinary thing lost, it's... ack ack, my bad, my bad." The Fat Chief Eunuch slapped his own mouth.
The Thin Chief Eunuch saw the fat man still babbling nonsense, looking like he couldn't say anything clearly. He kicked the Fat Chief Eunuch hard, leaned over, and whispered to Taoist Liu.
"It's the Emperor, the Emperor is missing, Lord Liu, don't look for the ox, help us find the Emperor first!"
"Huh?"
Taoist Liu, who had been somewhat amused, now felt his scalp tingle.
Because the Emperor, well, to Liang Song, he's both useful and not.
Useless because this guy's a bit of a fool, poor at both cultivation and governance, yet an expert at playing with cats and dogs.
He didn't need to offer advice for governance, nor did he serve as any pivotal figure in rituals.
The Liang Song matters were always decided by that grand ancestor.
With or without him, it's all the same.
