I am willing to sell all my bones for you, just to beg you to take pity on my illness.
Rong Jinzhi's shoulders trembled slightly, and he finally bent his knees and knelt down. His black hair fell to the ground, and he spoke in a low voice, "I dare you... Please grant me the position of Prime Minister."
Pei Fengshi was the king and Rong Jinzhi was the minister. Their status created a gap between them. This distance was like a natural chasm, which he could not reach in his life.
"Your Majesty, I don't ask for your promise. I have sinned so much in my life, how can I ask for it? I am extremely lucky to be by your side."
The forbearing and restrained prime minister × the straight-ball and steady emperor.
Intention: The top is poor and the yellow spring is blue.
