The Emperor Holds Me by the Waist, While the Grand Secretary Begs for Mercy Again

“Your Majesty, the Chief Councilor has requested leave.” “Granted. I’ll go see him.” The next day: “Your Majesty, the Chief Councilor has requested leave again. He says he’s come down with a slight cold, and his throat is terribly hoarse.” “Granted. I’ll go see him again.” On the third day: “Your Majesty, the Chief Councilor has requested leave yet again!” “Granted. I…” Before he could finish, someone interrupted him. “Your Majesty, please stop going to see him. I’m afraid that’s the only way the Chief Councilor will get better any faster…”