Generals in Troubled Times

In the general's mansion, an old man with a pale complexion and graying temples was lying on a soft couch. In front of him stood a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan. "Ai Qing, how are you recovering from your illness?" "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am feeling much better now." "Oh, really?" "A few days ago, I asked the imperial chef to brew some fine wine. My dear, can you try it?" After saying that, the middle-aged man walked away. The old man was left drinking this glass of 'good wine' with tears on his face. When the middle-aged man walked out of the general's mansion, he heard bursts of crying coming from inside the mansion, mixed with some other voices saying, "Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live." [If you want your minister to die, you will have to die]