Many of the old people who have immersed themselves in officialdom for years were present. Listening to the tone of voice and the words spoken, once His Majesty made a statement, several ministers outwardly showed a respectful demeanor, yet secretly each was scheming their own agendas.
Elder Gan rose with a fist greeting, "Your Majesty, I may be old and presumptuous, but there are a few sincere words I wish to share directly with Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to forgive my offense of impropriety."
"Ah! What talk of offense. Today, let us all set aside our ranks and have an informal talk, as if a few of us were chatting idly here. There shall be no fault or reprimand."
Zhao Yuanlang waved his hands again and again.
