Bai Xilie was silent for a while.
He gradually laughed and said, "Minister Wang, how many children do you have?"
Historian Wang paused and nervously replied, "Your Majesty, three."
"If your children were spoken of this way, what would you do?" Bai Xilie retorted.
Historian Wang couldn't say a word.
He hesitated for a moment, "Emperor, I am only thinking of the stability of Great Chu, even though I anticipated that such advice might provoke your displeasure."
"But the saintly books I read taught me not to retreat out of fear and that as an official, I must share the ruler's burdens! Even if the Emperor is angry and wishes to execute me, I accept that."
Bai Xilie's fist tightened.
A minister nearby could no longer remain silent.
"Lord Wang, these words are groundless. The Princess is merely a three-year-old child. How could she have the ability to spread disease?"
