Everyone had a different expression.
Prince Li was…
Rong Xiu had already looked at Emperor Jiawen and bowed. "Father, please forgive me for being late." He couldn't stop himself from coughing twice after he said that. It seemed like he had been sick for a long time.
Emperor Jiawen shook his head with some disapproval. "You've had a weak constitution ever since you were a child. You must take good care of yourself now that you've just returned to the Imperial City. Why are you pushing yourself by coming?"
Rong Xiu looked smilingly at Rong Jin. "It is Brother's birthday banquet. As his brother and his subject, how can I not come?"
Rong Jin sneered inwardly, but he wore a smile on his face. "Seventh Brother, you're being too polite. It's only a birthday. I'll feel bad if your sickness gets worse. Quickly, sit!"
Rong Xiu followed his advice and took his seat beside the Third Prince, Rong Jiu.
