"I've already sent someone to invite him."
Emperor Yongxing retracted his gaze and said lightly, "
"Let's wait another fifteen minutes."
"Yes!" Zhao xuanzhen replied in a low voice.
Although the officials in the hall did not hear the conversation between the Lord and the servant, they could guess what had happened. The envoy from Yunzhou had arrived "late," so they were late.
All of them had experienced great storms and waves, so they didn't show it on their faces, but they secretly evaluated in their hearts.
The leader of the cloud state's diplomatic mission was a young man named Ji Yuan. He called himself the ninth young master and was the ninth son of the hidden Dragon city's city Lord.
In terms of bloodline, they belonged to the great Feng imperial clan.
Everyone was well aware of the ninth young master's style of doing things. He was sharp and overbearing.
