He prevented Yan Xi from causing trouble for Concubine Zhang, so he regarded his good wine as water. After drinking it for a while, it bottomed out.
Yan Rong's heart ached again and again, and he smashed and slapped his mouth, but in the end he endured the heartache and did not think about drinking.
"Old Qi, actually I called you here today because I have something to tell you." Yan Rong poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in his mouth. He felt that it had no taste at all.
"Say." Yan Xi took out the long soft sword, silently, and gently wiped the sharp edge.
"In a few days, I have something to do and I have to go out to Beijing." Yan Rong was beating a drum in his heart. He shouldn't have told Yan Xi this matter earlier, but with Yan Xi's temper, if he had waited until he left,
You know, there has to be an uproar.[
When Yan Rong had absolutely no confidence in subduing him, it was better for Yan Rong to take the risk and explain it honestly first.
This is called the wise way to protect yourself.
Yan Rong had the badge of "imperial service" and often went in and out of the palace. He was also often ordered to go out to handle matters for the old emperor alone. This was the first time that he had been given such a serious explanation.