"No, no, no, you don't need to go to Joseon, you cannot leave. You must go to Fujian," Fourth Master waved his hand. "There are many critical issues there that I'd rather monitor daily if I could. I cannot leave, so you go instead, stay for half a year. That should be about right. Regarding the matter of going to Joseon, I'll find someone else to take care of it."
"Yes, I shall prepare to set off for Fujian." Mingzhu didn't feel tired, only a sense of a long and weighty journey ahead.
Suddenly at this age, to be entrusted with such responsibilities, he was rather moved, as if an old man had regained the ardor of his youth.
"There's no need to rush, rest well for a few days before you go. Your health is important, who would I rely on if you were to fall ill?" Fourth Master said with a smile.
Mingzhu was very touched, "I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's generous kindness, I shall lay down my life in service to repay Your Majesty's grace!"
