"He doesn't have the surname Gu, does he?"
"He has the surname Yu. Do you know him?"
"Have him come here."
The Crown Prince, perplexed, walked out and a half "two hours" later, he came running back with a portly man, a merchant clad in gold and silver, fat-eared and trembling, prostrate on the ground.
He was puzzled why the one sitting on the Dragon Throne was a Cloth Daoist, then he thought of the various legends about the founding of the new dynasty.
"Have you ever encountered an Immortal in the sky?"
The merchant shakily replied, "I, a lowly commoner, do not possess the virtue or ability to see Immortals."
"It's funny, I have." Gu Wen's smile grew deeper as if boasting, "I did see one back in the day, and often spent the entire night with her, side by side."
None of the three people present dared to join the conversation; they just listened to Gu Wen recount the past and suddenly fell silent again.
"Jucai, you are not young anymore. It's time to pass on your position."
