I don't know how much time has passed.
Outside the door, Prime Minister Zhao Ziyang and General Lin Liqiang together request an audience.
After cleaning up the Imperial Study Room, it took a while before the two were allowed in.
"Your servant, Zhao Ziyang, greets Your Highness."
"Your servant, Lin Liqiang, greets Your Highness."
Although the titles remained the same, the etiquette was completely that of treating an Emperor with utmost respect.
Now, Xuanyuan Yonghao holds great power; he only lacks the ceremony of ascending to the throne.
Xuanyuan Yonghao's gaze is lowered, the oppressive air around him palpable even from several meters away.
His eyelids twitch, glancing at the person kneeling on the ground.
His cool lips parted slightly, his voice slowly
"Is there a matter?"
Lin Liqiang, unable to contain matters, clasped his hands and couldn't help saying
"Your Highness, admittedly, palace matters are not for someone crude like me to interfere with, but..."
