"Minister over the Masses, I am willing to handle the matter of Zhong Hui on your behalf."
When Wang Xiang spoke, the Imperial Secretariat immediately fell silent.
Gao Rou, Sima Fu, and the others looked at Wang Xiang in astonishment, unsure why he suddenly wanted to take over this matter.
The ministers of the Imperial Secretariat had all been passing the responsibility back and forth, unwilling to take it upon themselves.
Wang Xiang's sudden offer instead gave the ministers misgivings, and they dared not readily agree.
Did he have some scheme?
Ordinarily, they could hardly wait to shove the work onto the ministers, yet when a minister volunteered, they no longer dared entrust it to him.
Facing their hesitation, Wang Xiang appeared entirely forthright.
"Lord Xiahou, since you are gravely ill, you should no longer involve yourself in affairs of the Imperial Court. We all know your heart is devoted to the state, but please return home to recuperate first. We truly cannot bear to watch you drag your ailing body here and continue toiling."
Wang Xiang looked at Xiahou Xian and spoke earnestly.
Xiahou Xian flew into a rage. "I am not ill!!"
"Lord Xiahou! Do not be stubborn! Lord Wang, send someone to escort him home."
Wang Jing hesitated, but still rose and looked at Xiahou Xian. Xiahou Xian's eyes filled with astonishment. "How dare you..."
"Please return home to recuperate, Lord Xiahou."
As Wang Jing spoke, people immediately helped Xiahou Xian out of the Imperial Secretariat. His furious roars could still be heard from far away.
Wang Xiang gave a long sigh. "Lord Xiahou is already this ill, yet he still worries for the state and its people and refuses to rest. But he is a member of the Imperial Clan, after all. How could we stand