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The two were "arguing incessantly" over a bowl of medicine when a report came from the Imperial Guard outside the door: "Your Highness, the Lady and the Commandery Prince request an audience."
Lu Zhaoyan looked at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan had no intention of rising or avoiding the situation; he continued to recline nonchalantly on Lu Zhaoyan's rattan chair.
Lu Zhaoyan was not one to fuss over trivialities. Seeing this, he said nothing.
The so-called Great Traitor became even more audacious, pulling the screen to shield himself.
Lu Zhaoyan sighed, "Let them in."
The Imperial Guard stepped aside.
The study door was closed.
However, the Imperial Guard did not reach out to open the door for Dou Qingyi; his responsibility was to protect the Crown Prince, everything else was outside his purview.
Dou Qingyi stood at the door, holding a food box in one hand and tidying her wide sleeves with the other.
The maid beside her stepped forward to open the study door for her.
