A moment later, a voice sounded from within the tent again:
"My son, you may withdraw. I wish to see the Marquis Zhonglie."
"Yes! I obey!"
The Second Prince looked as if he'd been granted amnesty. He and his lackeys beat a hasty retreat, and his retreating figure even stumbled, nearly causing him to fall.
Once the Second Prince had departed,
another voice called from within. "The Marquis Zhonglie is summoned to the tent for an audience with the Emperor!"
Zheng Xiu stepped into the military tent and immediately frowned. A pungent, unpleasant scent of herbal medicine wafted from within.
An old man in a Dragon Robe sat on a soft couch. His complexion was ashen, but his eyes were sharp and piercing.
He was the Emperor of Daqian, Venerable Wei Yang, who reigned as Emperor Zun'an.
Inside the tent, besides the old Emperor, there were two Palace Maids, two Generals, and an Imperial Physician.
The two Generals stepped forward to search him.
"All of you, leave."
