Zhao Yao gestured to Prime Minister He and the others, smiling as he said, "Please rise."
"Thank you, Tenth Prince."
Zhao Yao stood under the corridor, in front of the window, with his hands resting on the windowsill, watching Zheng Rang with curious eyes.
"So, you're the son of Grand Commandant Zheng."
"Yes."
Zhao Yao carefully examined Zheng Rang: handsome appearance, fair skin, upright posture, and an elegant demeanor.
"Indeed, a fine-looking man!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Rang couldn't help but look up at Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao beamed at him, "I heard that Grand Commandant Zheng is a fine-looking man, so I wanted to see if you are too."
So that's what it was about.
"I fall short of my father." Be it appearance, demeanor, or talent, he felt he was far inferior to his father.
"Prime Minister He, why didn't you go to the dining hall for lunch?" Zhao Yao tilted his head, looking at Prime Minister He and the others, "Many people are waiting for you."
