Entering the private room, Yang Zhengshan first sized up the young man, then laughed and said, "Haha, this Old Man was wondering who was in such a hurry to invite Luo Shang here. So it was Your Highness Prince Ning!"
"This old minister, Yang Zhengshan, pays respects to Your Highness Prince Ning!"
He cupped his fists and bowed.
Prince Ning, Chen Zhaoting, was the second prince, born of the Imperial Noble Consort, Lady Zhang.
Luo Shang could not recognize Prince Ning, but Yang Zhengshan could.
Even though he had never met Prince Ning, he still recognized him at a glance.
After all, in the current Capital, only three princes had opened offices and established residences outside the Imperial City.
"Marquis of Jing'an, aren't you being far too rude?" Prince Ning looked at Yang Zhengshan with a face as black as thunder.
Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and laughed. "It was this Old Man who was rash!"
"It is rare that Your Highness is in such a refined mood. Isn't this Old Man just trying to have some fun with Your Highness?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Ding Qiu immediately understood. He stepped forward and drew aside the gauze curtains, then brought over a chair and placed it in front of the jade-inlaid ivory bed.
"Luo Shang, there's nothing for you here. Go back."
Yang Zhengshan sat down on the chair with careless ease and said this to Luo Shang.
"Then this lowly one will take his leave first!"
Luo Shang could not have asked for more, and hurriedly bowed to Yang Zhengshan and Prince Ning, preparing to leave.
"Wait. This King has not said he may leave now!" Prince Ning said coldly.
Yang Zhengshan looked towards him in surprise. "Does Prince Ning want Luo Shang to keep