"Minister!!!"
"Minister Murong!!!"
*Thud, thud, thud!!!*
"Minister Murong!!!"
Murong Chong had been dead drunk the night before, and there was only one reason for it: he was happy. His precious daughter had been safely whisked away from the Imperial Palace by his worthy son-in-law to recuperate at the Prince's Estate, and he would soon be a grandfather. When he returned to the Murong Estate in his sedan chair that evening, he had felt dizzy and lightheaded; the moment his head hit the pillow, he had passed out cold.
The next morning, before the hour for roll call, Murong Chong heard knocking at his door, followed by the voice of his steward.
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