Bai Yanxi once again stood up under the pleading gaze of Bai Zi: "Your Majesty, Princess Aili must be tired, I suggest we pick another time for the drawing!"
The Persian Ambassador then said, "In fact, we've also brought some paper, I'll have someone fetch it!"
Emperor Yue spoke in a somber tone: "There's no need, if you were to find some other paper, would our great nation not be able to find a single suitable sheet?"
The little eunuch shook and trembled, prostrating on the ground and knocking his head: "Reporting, reporting to Your Majesty, the servant has already brought all types of paper from the storage! The servant deserves death, the servant deserves death!"
Emperor Yue slapped the table heavily.
He was old and could not accept being surpassed by others. He always wanted to prove that he was still in his prime by not falling short in anything. It seemed this was the only way for him to avoid facing his age.
