"Thank you, Father!" Zhao Che replied, kowtowing heavily on the ground.
The lords and officials, seeing the situation, simultaneously applauded Zhao Che's bravery.
Yan Xun sat below and continued to sip his tea, not uttering a single word. His eyes slowly squinted.
"The Seventh Brother is brave. He defended the borders of the Xia Empire all these years. He is indeed a rare talent. With the Seventh Brother stationed in the northern border, there is no cause for worry." The Third Prince, Zhao Qi, nodded slowly. He had a natural expression, devoid of any jealousy or frustration. Regardless of his intentions, it was befitting of his status as a royal.
