The old man reached out and picked up the teacup again.
"Sir, the tea is cold. Let me make you another cup."
The old man nodded.
The butler carried the teacup and left the study.
Looking at his empty room, the old man felt a sudden twinge in his heart, and a trace of alarm crept into his eyes. Because just now, an idea had formed in his mind, an idea that knocked the wind out of him: I wish the Yan people could push back the King's army.
News emerged from Prince Fu's Royal Mansion that the Crown Princess had fallen ill due to a fright and had been recuperating in her room ever since.
At this time, the Crown Prince and the Princess were having lunch face to face.
The Princess was dressed in plain clothes today. Yesterday had been extraordinary, but in reality, she was still in mourning for her deceased husband.
"Eat up quickly. We still need to give your father a proper burial later with the servants."
"Mother, outside..."
The Crown Prince's face was etched with clear panic.
