Since ancient times, when the words of mortal emperors were as precious as gold, Xu Zhenguan's seemingly joking remark was not a joke.
When the news that "Your Majesty plans to stay at the mansion tonight" spread, the mother and daughter, who had run to the courtyard twice for quiet, were stunned.
First came bewilderment, then nervousness, apprehension, and a hint of ... unease.
"We're not prepared at all. I'm not sure if Your Majesty can stay in the main room temporarily made available..." as the mistress of the house, You Jinhua found herself in a dilemma.
Logically, the grand presence of the emperor should stay in the most honorable room of the estate, which is the master's bedroom, but that too didn't seem suitable.
As for the guest rooms, the Zhao family naturally had more than one, but how could an emperor stay in a guest room?
"No need for such trouble, I shall stay in Mr. Zhao's courtyard for a short while," Xu Zhenguan said with a smile, offering a decision.
