Chapter 848: Four Papers

limped over, his one leg dragging. He was hunched over and bowed deeply as he begged for alms. At his feet lay a dirty four or five-year-old child, dressed in rags like a skinny monkey, clinging tight...my energy and stamina are no longer what they used to be. Therefore, unless there are important matters to attend to, may Your Highness allow me to skip the morning roll call and avoid going to court...