At the entrance to the Imperial Palace.
The carriages of the Tenth Prince's Mansion and the Ninth Prince's Mansion hadn't left yet.
Likewise, the carriages of the Feng and Zhu families also remained.
They had been waiting for Zhao Yong, who was just now coming out.
"Your Highness!"
Zhu He and Feng Buyi both hurried forward to greet him.
Zhao Yong was already annoyed that Zhao Ci had been held back for a private audience. Seeing these two still waiting for him made his head throb.
"Why are you two still waiting?"
"How could we not? Your Highness, what did His Majesty just say to you?"
The two exchanged a look, both feeling a knot in their stomachs.
They were both in their early thirties. As the leaders of their respective clans' younger generations, they had been taking a beating for a long time now.
