"It's fine." Chu Yi coughed again and recovered. He smiled at the Emperor and lowered his head to drink his tea.
Father and son were affectionate and the son was filial. Prince Li, who was originally angered by Chu You, softened his expression.
Chu Yi slowly took two sips of tea and heard the curtain in front of him being carefully lifted. Then a middle-aged eunuch reported in a sharp voice, "Your Majesty, the British Duke is here. He's kneeling outside."
The Emperor raised his eyebrows. His voice was low but not aged. "What is the British Duke doing?" he asked flatly.
His tone was neither light nor heavy, it was extremely clear and had the bearing of a king.
Chu You's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and Prince Li frowned.
A dignified first-ranked duke kneeling outside was either asking for forgiveness or seeking justice. No matter what, it would definitely cause speculation among the civil and military officials.
