"After this, Your Majesty will surely lay a solid foundation," Wild Daoist said.
The group came down the steps. While others spoke, Zheng Huai stood ramrod straight, his eyes fixed ahead, showing no guilt. As expected, he drew no attention. Several of Prince Dai's important retainers passed before him one after another without giving him a second glance, continuing their conversation.
"Moreover, capable men from distant lands have come to pledge themselves, and the heir is about to be born. It can truly be called a sign that Your Majesty's royal aura is flourishing. You and I ought to show some token of our sentiments."
"Though Your Majesty does not care for such things, it is the duty and attitude proper to a subject."
Hearing that capable men from distant lands had come to pledge themselves, Zheng Huai's heart gave a leap. Glancing sideways, he saw that the speaker was Jian Qu. Cen Rubai then cupped his hands in salute, utterly convinced. "Mr. Jian is right."
Wen Xunpeng, however, seemed deep in thought, as if frowning. The three did not speak further and departed.
"People from distant lands have come to pledge themselves?"
Zheng Huai watched them disappear. The emotions he had been suppressing began to churn fiercely in his chest, and he nearly could not wait to leave Prince Dai's Residence and send out the intelligence. But a thread of cold wind slipped in, making him shiver slightly. Seeing the Prince's Residence guards around him standing like nailed-down stakes, he did not dare act rashly and could only continue honestly standing watch.
His gaze quietly flicked toward the hall, but he never saw Prince Dai emerge.
After another incense stick's worth of time, the next shift of guards came to relieve them. Zheng Huai left together with the guards