Dressed in snow-white clothes, he knelt on the ground and said in a voice as clear as a flute: "I beg for my resignation and begging for my bones."
He frowned slightly on the throne, clenched his fingers suddenly, and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"
Is there still room for him to take advantage of it? He raised his handsome face and said loudly: "The enemy has been eliminated, and the political situation has been clear. I do not admire glory, and I have no attachment to Kyoto. I am so young that I am at the top of the hundred officials, which is unconvincing to the hearts of the people!"