Dressed in white robes whiter than snow, he knelt on the ground, his voice clear as a flute. "I, your subject, request leave to resign and retire."
The man on the throne furrowed his brow slightly, his fingers suddenly tightening as he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
Was there no more use he could make of him? He raised his handsome, refined face and said aloud, "The enemies have been purged, and the political situation is clear. I have no desire for wealth or glory, and there is nothing left in the capital to hold me here. Besides, I am so young, yet I stand at the head of all the officials. The people will not accept it!"
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