"Mr. Minister." Yan Xuan had no hint of a prince's demeanor, rising to his feet and bowing to Liu Wen Zheng with a salute.
His attitude was so gentle that it seemed as if he had no resentment for having been kept waiting.
Already accustomed to Prince An's demeanor, Liu Wen Zheng returned the salute, "I apologize for my tardiness, as I had other matters to attend to. Please do not take offense, Prince An."
"Mr. Minister, there's no need for such words. Please, have a seat."
After the two sat across from each other, Wang Ying brought them a pot of hot tea, the steam rising from each cup.
Liu Wen Zheng hurriedly reached out to pick up his cup. Ever since he had fallen ill, his body had developed a distaste for cold temperatures, and freezing made his entire body stiff and unbearably uncomfortable.
Occasionally, he felt as if his bones were aching terribly and someone was hammering his bones with an iron mallet.
