"My lord, the Da Hong Minister of Rites, Mr. Shi Zhengjia, urged again, saying an hour has already passed."
Outside Anshan Pass, the ceremonial officer Zhu Xizhou once more came to see Xu Jin, looking somewhat nervous and anxious.
"Just tell them it's getting dark and the wind is strong, so breaking camp is quite slow. Ask them to wait a little longer." Xu Jin said.
"My lord, this..."
Zhu Xizhou looked troubled and somewhat embarrassed.
But under Xu Jin's gaze, he had no choice but to turn around to speak, seemingly prepared to be scolded.
Xu Jin sighed helplessly.
This man isn't clever enough!
So eager to hurry and go get scolded?
"Hey, come back." Xu Jin called out.
"My lord, is there anything else you wish to command?" Zhu Xizhou turned around.
"In this freezing weather, sit down and have a drink with me to warm up before you go." Xu Jin said.
At this time, it was December, and with the border in the north, the whistling cold wind made it the coldest time.
