The Emperor would be even less inclined to execute someone as useful to the Court as Lu Yuan.
The Emperor and Lu Yuan waited in the pavilion for a long time, but there was still no sign of the eunuchs bringing the car Lu Yuan had mentioned.
The Emperor grew impatient, his rear sore from sitting. He stood up and said, "Come, accompany Us. Let's see what this bunch of servants is up to. How dare they dawdle and try to fool Us."
The moment the Emperor rose, Lu Yuan was already on his feet.
A nearby Maid lifted the cloth curtain and draped a fur-lined cape over the Emperor's shoulders.
The Emperor rubbed his hands together. Gazing at the desolate scenery of the Imperial Garden, he was suddenly inspired to recite a poem: "When a hundred flowers bloom, I do not. But if I were to bloom, all would be struck with terror. I will wage war against the western wind, my body clad in golden armor."
