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"Oh, so that's how it is. According to you, doesn't that mean that in this hall, he can completely disregard everyone, interrupt at will, and speak recklessly without having to follow any rules or etiquette? That's quite something." Jin Shuai still had a smile on his face, but his words subtly revealed a hint of sarcasm.

At this moment, the censor hurriedly stepped out from the queue, knelt down with a thud, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I acted impulsively just now and behaved disrespectfully before the Emperor. I deserve to die a thousand deaths. Please punish me severely!"

Emperor Renzong frowned slightly and said with some helplessness, "Fine, I'll just punish you with three months' salary. Alright, you may leave now! Young Master Jin, are you satisfied with this outcome? Hehehe."

"This has nothing to do with me. I was just curious and asked casually," Jin Shuai quickly waved his hand, answering with an innocent look.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Renzong burst into laughter and asked with great interest, "How interesting! Tell me quickly, why are you dressed like this today? What's the truth?"

"I'm afraid of dying," Jin Shuai answered decisively.

"Oh? Then what kind of excuse would you give for the lie?" Emperor Renzong asked immediately afterward.

"I'm terrified of dying," Jin Shuai answered again without hesitation.

Hahaha… Hahaha… A deafening burst of maniacal laughter suddenly erupted within the hall, seemingly threatening to lift the roof off. Jin Shuai shook his head helplessly, sighed deeply, and stood quietly, waiting for the laughter to subside. Just then, Emperor Renzong, finally unable to contain his curiosity, asked, “Why are you shaking your head and sighing?”

Jin Shuai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a wry smile, and he replied softly, "Butler, there are some things I can't say. If I were to say them, I'm afraid I would offend everyone here and be accused of being rude, which wouldn't be worth it."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Renzong's expression immediately turned serious. He solemnly said, "I pardon you. Whoever it may be, I myself will not blame you. Speak!"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Jin Shuai's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He sneered and said, "As the saying goes, 'it's hard to persuade a damned ghost,' which is why I shook my head and sighed! Did you call me here to reprimand my rudeness, or are you simply curious about my unusual attire? Fine, fine, keep laughing! However, I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of expressions you'll have on your faces when you can no longer laugh in a few days."

Emperor Renzong then seemed to awaken from a dream, realizing that the situation might be far more serious than he had imagined. He hurriedly asked, "Young Master Jin, just how severe is this illness?"

"As for how serious it is, I can't say for sure, but once infected, due to individual differences in constitution, symptoms will appear gradually within 5 to 20 days. You know, Tokyo welcomes and sends off countless people from all over the world every day. You might as well calculate where these people have been in the past 20 days, and how many people they have interacted with. And those who have been in contact with them will continue to interact with even more people in the next 20 days. This cycle repeats itself, and you can imagine the consequences!" After saying this in one breath, Jin Shuai thought to himself, "I'll scare you guys to death. How dare you laugh at me?"