"We'll go directly to the Platinum Hall later."
After receiving accurate news, he knew that the father and son had something to talk about. He stood up from his chair and left, giving up the space.
He took out some spirit liquid and boiled it, brewing a pot of spirit tea, bitter bodhi tea. He poured two cups and placed one cup in front of his father.
"What happened?" asked Zhang Ronghua.
"Shouldn't you explain?" Zhang Qin glared at him.
" Some time ago, the Crown Prince had been pressing me so hard that he wanted to bestow his maid, Shuang 'er, to me. This was the only way."
Zhang Qin frowned. Shuang 'er was the Crown Prince's trusted aide, and it was of great significance. Once she accepted the title of a concubine, it would be fine. The key was that the Zhang family hid too many secrets. If they secretly spread the news back, it would be detrimental to them.
Father and son were the same. They would not leave their safety to outsiders.
