Inside the conference hall, facing Li Fei's counterquestion, Prince Cheng's expression was no longer as solemn as the Eternal Glacier.
He looked at Li Fei with a half-smile and slowly rose from the seat of honor. His grand voice rumbled through the room:
"I never expected Imperial Brother to value you so highly!"
The prince did not salute, but no one present felt that there was anything improper about it.
'As If I Were There In Person' was, after all, not the actual arrival of the Son of Heaven. Besides, even if he had truly met the Son of Heaven, Prince Cheng would not have needed to salute.
Who in the world did not know that the Son of Heaven and his own younger brother shared a deep bond?
Without absolute trust, how could the Son of Heaven have allowed Prince Cheng to command a hundred thousand troops of the Northern Border? It had to be known that Prince Li, whose cultivation far surpassed Prince Cheng's, was a Martial Saint of the mortal world and the Son of Heaven's own uncle. Yet he possessed not only no military authority, but barely any real power at all!
"Someone."
Prince Cheng suddenly called out.
The personal guards stationed outside the conference hall immediately pushed open the door and entered.
"Bring Marquis Jing An a chair and place it beside me!"
Prince Cheng gave the order.
"Yes."
Two personal guards accepted the command and left.
Before long, a chair had been placed to the left of the seat of honor in the conference hall.
This sight made Luo Xu's expression even more unsightly.
"Li Fei, come!"
Prince Cheng beckoned to Li Fei.
Li Fei had already put away the golden token. He finally took the initiative to salute. "Thank you, Your Highness."
Then