"I shall take my leave." Yan Sihan's forehead was already covered in tiny beads of sweat, and his face had turned much paler than usual at this moment.
Yan Anzhi didn't seem to notice anything unusual and nodded, replying, "Hmm."
After the Regent King left, Yan Anzhi stood in the Imperial Study Room for a long time, gazing at the portrait of the Late Emperor on the wall, his eyes still lost.
He was the Son of Heaven, could the Son of Heaven be wrong too? He began to doubt the deeply ingrained principles of the past.
Gradually becoming aware of whether he had made the wrong decision, yet struggling with the belief that the Son of Heaven could not be wrong.
"Your Majesty." At this point, the eunuch outside, who had dared to approach the Imperial Study Room only after seeing the Regent King leave, walked over to him.
With a worried expression on his face, he asked, "Is Your Majesty all right? That really scared this servant."
Yan Anzhi shook his head, not saying anything.
