After speaking, Rong Miaoyan released her hand and tidied her wide official robe hem.
She elegantly bowed to Xie Yun, her red lips lifting in a gentle smile, "Brother Jingqi, Miaoyan takes her leave."
Xie Yun watched the figure in the dark blue official robe, adorned with gold and jade hairpins, swaying gracefully, a hint of surprise flashing in his gentle eyes.
He murmured softly:
"Crown Prince, you might not be the only heir apparent."
Zhang Fengcai approached and respectfully said, "Vice Minister Xie, His Majesty is waiting for you in Qianyuan Hall."
Xie Yun, led by Zhang Fengcai, entered the Qianyuan Hall filled with the rich scent of ambergris.
"Minister pays respect to Your Majesty."
"Rise."
Xie Yun slowly raised his head, looking at the Emperor on the dragon throne.
That man was still very young; at a quick glance, he didn't seem much older than Xie Yun himself.
