Yan Junchu naturally felt his father's gaze, but he slightly bowed his head and did not lift it to meet the gaze.
Prince Xiang, standing in the crowd, saw this and immediately lowered his eyes, silent.
Although His Majesty was laughing, the laughter made the people feel cold. The golden dragon embroidered on the imperial robe seemed ready to fly and devour at any moment.
"Prime Minister Wang, who do you recommend for the commander of Zhangping Mansion?"
If the courtier does not take the initiative to speak, His Majesty started to call.
Prime Minister Wang became the first unlucky one, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, glad it was not themselves.
