Cui Yanjin, his mouth dry and voice hoarse from talking, realized that tugging at the sleeve was ineffective, so he simply embraced Zhou Gu's arm.
Zhou Gu, with disgust, "Let go."
Cui Yanjin looked at him with puppy eyes, "Cousin."
Zhou Gu looked at him.
Looking pitiful, Cui Yanjin said, "You know, in the Ministry of Works, the Old Minister is the most powerful. He's like a lofty peak above me and he has entrusted me with this task. If I fail to complete it, he will make my life difficult."
Zhou Gu raised an eyebrow, "Then transfer to the Ministry of Revenue."
"Perhaps let's not? I can't just run away because it's difficult. I've been doing well in the Ministry of Works." Cui Yanjin pleaded, "There are really a lot of things in the Ministry of Works that can't be pushed forward, and as a member, I'm really anxious about it."
He continued pleading, "Please, dear cousin, it's also for the rivers and mountains of Daliang, and for the future of your wife and child."
