Sima Zhao gazed at the distant Inner Chamber.
His face was full of indecision.
He took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked back. But after a few steps, he stopped again.
As he paced back and forth, still not daring to approach the Inner Chamber, an armored guard hurried up and saluted him.
"General, the Grand General has ordered that you come inside."
"Ah... yes... yes."
Only then did Sima Zhao set aside his misgivings and hurry into the Inner Chamber.
Sima Shi knelt before his desk, with memorials and documents spread before him like snowflakes. They nearly filled the entire room, leaving nowhere to set foot.
Sima Zhao's eyes widened. He hurried forward, took off his outer robe, and draped it over Sima Shi.
"Brother, why have you gotten up again? It's freezing cold. Come, get up. Shouldn't Zhong Shiji be handling these matters?"
"Enough... there's nothing wrong with my health now."
"What?"
Sima Zhao was astonished. "You've recovered?"
"What, you don't seem very pleased?"
"Hahaha, of course I am!! Hahahaha!!"
"My brother has recovered! My brother has recovered!!"
Sima Zhao was beside himself with excitement. All the oppression of recent days vanished without a trace in an instant, and his heavy heart suddenly opened to the light, as though a towering mountain pressing down on him had collapsed with a crash. He could not describe what he felt at that moment. He merely laughed like a madman, giving full vent to the oppression in his heart.
"Wonderful!! Wonderful!"
"Brother! You have no idea how far those filthy scoundrels have gone! That Gao Rou actually threatened me, saying he would go over to Guanqiu Jian!"
"The Empress Dowager has actually joined forces with Cao Mao!"
"Cao Mao even dared to teach