Everyone in the Ming Dynasty thought that I, the youngest chief minister, was crazy. Your Majesty is approving memorials every day until the third watch, and the vassal kings are vying for orders in order to achieve great achievements, but I am lying on the ground in the Jinluan Hall. Seeing the northern barbarians invading the southern bandits causing chaos, I remained as lazy as mud until His Majesty came to the mansion in person and asked with red eyes if I could help the country. At this time, I stretched out quietly and took out the Twelve New Dealers that I had already written.
