Xiao Cheng's travelling palace was located across the Zhu River.
After a bout of illness, Xiao Cheng had grown much thinner, but his elegance and noble charm remained unchanged. Clad in plain garments instead of his imperial robe, he still resembled an orchid and a jade tree when seated at his position—befitting a cultured gentleman and the bright moon over the human world.
Xie Congguang entered with his head hanging low, full of dejection. After paying his respects, he stammered for a long while, somewhat downcast.
"I acted impulsively and almost ruined everything."
Xiao Cheng's gaze was gentle, and he seemed to smile slightly.
"General Xie is wholeheartedly devoted to the state; your loyalty and courage are commendable. What error could there be?"
