The young prince, who was wearing a four-clawed Python robe, was welcomed into the palace by the ministers.
He was only twelve, and even after the new year half a month later, he would only be thirteen.
But his imposing manner was overbearing, and it actually made people not dare to look directly at him.
The officials trembled in fear and did not dare to look up, but Lu huaijiang looked around unscrupulously.
His eyes were always looking down.
Eunuch Lu, who was behind him, muttered in his heart.
Did His Highness drop something on the ground? Why are you looking at the ground?
He had never thought that the person they were sweeping was a short one.
"You may rise." Lu huaijiang's voice was clear and cold, like the sound of pearls colliding, clear and indifferent.
The teenager sat on the high seat, his eyes landing on the seat beside Lord Xia.
The Xia family ...
It seemed to be her maternal grandfather's house.
Did Lord Xia bring her here today?
