Song Yongrui's Life is Deep. Deep Trouble That is.

As soon as the emperor left, prime minister Bai let out a sigh of relief. He'd been holding his breath for far too long. It was like he had been holding in tons and tons of air in his body, and had finally managed to release that air.

Song Yongrui too felt immense relief. He crawled out from behind that sofa and lay flat on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, panting as if he had run a marathon.

"How exactly did you hide there?" asked prime minister Bai curiously. 

It was a good question. Anyone else would've gotten caught squatting the corner like a suspicious homeless man. It was only because of Song Yongrui's fantastic breath control that none of the guards managed to hear him in the room.

It was also good that no one seemed to be looking for him in prime minister Bai's office.