Zhang Shi lowered her head and a smile appeared on her face, but then she quickly put away her smile.
Soon, the two of them entered the inner hall.
At this moment, Emperor Yan was half-lying on the Imperial Consort's couch in the inner hall. He was extremely old and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Seeing Emperor Yan, Prince Anyang's expression became a little uneasy.
After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward.
"Father!" he shouted softly. At the same time, he bowed.
However, Emperor Yan, who was on the chaise lounge, did not seem to hear him and did not respond.
A hint of nervousness flashed across Prince Anyang's face.
After sorting out his emotions, he bowed again.
"Father-" His voice was slightly louder than before.
Unfortunately, Emperor Yan still did not respond.
Panic rose in Prince Anyang's heart. Just as he was about to shout for the third time, Emperor Yan finally moved.
