Huangfu Jinxuan looked at him with a mix of dumbfoundedness and impatience, as if this person wasn't very intelligent, and couldn't help but feel somewhat disdainful.
He couldn't have imagined that for his uncle-grandfather, the current Emperor, whom he could see every few days without it being anything special, it meant something entirely different for someone like Shang Jingwang, who had been an outside official for over twenty years.
He glanced over again, thinking how the journey had become increasingly off-track, far less prosperous than even a tenth of the Capital City, which further displeased him.
What kind of errand had his brother involved him in, in the city of rings and horses? Wasn't it delightful enough?
Moreover, for a mere fifth-rank official, to have an epidemic in his jurisdiction, personally being on the scene, wasn't that within his duties? Did it really require an Imperial Uncle to specially send someone to deliver an imperial decree?
