145 Poison!

Qiu Jianhan was fuming inwardly but he could only play along; feeling somewhat out of sorts, his face had taken on a sour expression.

He spoke with a long face, "Why do I feel that this old official does not really understand Your Majesty’s words? Your Majesty is at the prime of life; I'm certain that you are feeling worn and distressed due to worrying about the empire’s affairs, but why would you feel helpless?"

The emperor rubbed at the spot between his brows again and said grimly, "Of late, I have been listless, and insomnia has become a nightly problem."

Yun Yang’s eyes were directed at the spot between His Majesty’s brows.

Why did His Majesty keep on rubbing at that particular spot?

How could he not know that the old marshal was admonishing him?

It seemed that the emperor was so dismissive of his affairs recently so much so that as astute and quick-witted as he was, he could not fathom the implied meaning of the old marshal’s question.