"Anshi, what are you doing?"
Sima Xun looked at Sima Yan standing outside the doors of Taiji Hall, his eyes filled with suspicion.
It was the depths of winter, with heavy snow swirling through the air. Sima Yan stood ramrod straight outside the hall, his expression resolute.
Sima Xun knew this fellow was very close to His Majesty. He had tactfully informed Sima Zhao of it before, but Sima Zhao had paid it no mind at all. He had even instructed Sima Xun not to interfere and to let Sima Yan do whatever he wanted.
"Your Majesty!!!"
Sima Yan ignored Sima Xun in front of him and instead shouted into Taiji Hall.
Sima Xun was stunned. "Anshi! You must not shout here!"
"This is my memorial! Please deliver it to His Majesty!"
Sima Yan handed the document to Sima Xun. Before the latter could react, Sima Yan began stripping off his clothes.
Sima Xun stared at him in horror.
Oh no!
The boy has started taking mineral powder!
Sima Yan quickly removed his thick outer garments and knelt right outside the hall doors in nothing but his underclothes.
Before removing his outer garments, Sima Yan had not really taken the winter cold seriously. He had thought he could hold out for a day or two.
But when the bone-piercing wind burrowed through the gaps and into his body, Sima Yan finally realized he had been far too optimistic.
He had never experienced such suffering. His whole body shook, and his skin hurt with a pain that pierced his heart. He nearly jumped up and threw his outer garments back on, but remembering Cao Mao's arrangements, he gritted his teeth, curled up, and endured it.
Sima Xun hurried forward, intending to help him up.
Seeing that he still had not left,