In front of the doors of the Imperial Study in Chengguang Hall, the Emperor squatted on the stone steps with his hands tucked into his sleeves like an old man.
The Emperor squatted, so naturally, Sun Kui and the others could not stand. They kneeled on the ground.
With a blade of grass, who knows from where, dangling from his mouth, the Emperor squatted on the stone steps, shaking his leg like a street loafer, bereft of any imperial dignity.
Sun Doudou shot Sun Kui a glance, as if asking his mentor, "What's happened to His Majesty?"
Sun Kui returned a cold look to his student, as if to say, "Don't ask too much."
The Emperor chewed the grass for a while before spitting it out in disdain, then sighed softly, "Ah..."
Hearing his sigh, Sun Kui, kneeling behind the Emperor, hurriedly asked with concern, "Your Majesty, what's troubling you? Is something bothering you?"
"I have plenty of troubles," the Emperor sighed again, "Ah..."
