"Your Majesty, please don't flatter this old servant so. How could this old servant possibly possess such abilities?" Old Yao wore a miserable expression. "I'll send someone to deliver the message at once, at once."
Having said that, Old Yao no longer dared to add another word and promptly scurried away.
"That old fellow gets more slippery with age. He speaks up for Prince An's pack of lackeys at every turn—he must have taken a great deal of money from those lackeys." Emperor Longchang complained without restraint, then turned to Wu Zhixing and Wu Xuening. "Tell your Prince Kang to learn properly. Old Yao is my trusted confidant. At critical moments, a casual little push from him can bring boundless benefits."
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Wu Zhixing's face.
The logic was sound, but Your Majesty, you're an emperor. Was it really appropriate to say that?
He had few opportunities to interact with the emperor, and most had been in formal settings. Emperor Longchang had always struck him as solemn and imposing, so he truly found this a little hard to adjust to.
Wu Xuening, on the other hand, curled her lips, utterly unconcerned.
For one thing, she had long grown used to her ancestor's temperament. For another, she was not close to Prince Kang anyway. What did it have to do with her?
"Anye, who are the lackeys His Majesty was talking about?" Wang Yingxuan knitted her delicate brows, vaguely sensing that Emperor Longchang's words carried some hidden meaning.
Still, she had always been audacious beyond measure and carefree by nature. As she ate the delicious snacks served by the eunuchs, her attention gradually drifted elsewhere, and she relaxed considerably.
Before they had exchanged more than a few words, she was already gnawing on a snack shaped