"Would the King intervene at a time like this?" Chen Fenglei quietly asked.
He shouldn't be speaking these words; as the Grand Steward of the palace, his duty was to work for the Royal Family and handle their dirty work.
However, as there was no one else present under his eyelids, he voiced his own suggestion.
"Mediate?" Zhong Daolong's eyes filled with killing intent as he spoke, "Do you think the Shen Family would back down, or the Lu Family would surrender? Who would listen to me?"
...
At that moment, the wooden door of the room was lightly knocked.
Chen Fenglei walked over to open the room door where a palace guard officer stood at the entry, reporting in a low voice, "The Military Minister wishes to see the King."
Chen Fenglei nodded, then closed the door tight once more.
"The Military Minister has arrived," Chen Fenglei said, walking up to Zhong Daolong.
"Mm," Zhong Daolong murmured, playing with the wine cup in his hand, "Just say I'm busy and have him wait a while."
