I have a condition that makes me tell the truth and nothing but the truth.
As the emperor lay on his deathbed, he clasped my hand tightly and murmured,
"Will you treat the other princes well in the future?"
I blurted out disdainfully, "What the hell does that have to do with me, you old bastard?"
The chancellor gripped my arm firmly, and my mouth went out of control again.
"You've got a strong grip. I wonder if you're just as good at other things."
The chancellor's gaze toward me grew more and more twisted.
Enough already! Damn heavens, I'll fight you to the death!
