The sycophantic officials fell silent for a moment.
Such words were not expected from Wei Zhao.
They had witnessed the young general's vigor, wielding the Cloud-breaking Spear to protect the borders of Da Jin, earning a reputation that made enemy states wary and hesitant to invade.
But...
He is truly weak now.
He spoke as if he was on his last breath.
At this moment, Mr. Tu, the most favored attendant beside Emperor Ying, strode forward. Although a eunuch, a servant without his roots, all the officials made way for him.
Not just them; even the high-ranking officials had to give Mr. Tu some respect.
Mr. Tu saluted Wei Zhao and smiled, "The Holy Emperor has been thinking of you since morning and asked about you no less than three times. At last, General, you have arrived."
"The imperial banquet hasn't started yet; the Emperor awaits you in Yangxin Hall."
He glanced discreetly at Yu Tingwan.
