(Congratulations, I'm Xiaolong, for becoming the new alliance master of this book. Thank you.)
Ning yuanxian called out the words "Prime Minister's father" again, but it was filled with sarcasm.
The old Zhu Hong seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't react.
"Lord Zhu Hong, I'm asking you a question," ning yuanxian's eyes turned cold.
Zhu hongzhu trembled as if he had just woken up. He immediately perked up his ears and said, " "Oh, what does your Majesty want to ask this old subject?"
"I want to make Ning Zheng the Duke of Yue. Do you agree or disagree?" ning yuanxian asked.
"I have my reservations," Zhu Hong said.
What was a reserved opinion?
If they agreed, then they agreed. If they disagreed, then they disagreed.
Ning yuanxian laughed in disdain, then continued, " "Li Sun has made an imperial decree, officially conferring Ning Zheng the title of Duke of Yue."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
