Silence settled on the scene, with the highest-ranking men of the Yin Dynasty all keeping their heads lowered, and not daring to disturb the peace.
"What a splendid atmosphere. Perfect for the entrance of my two esteemed guests! Send them in!" Zi Xian ordered, his voice reaching the guards outside. Not long afterward, led by a corps of royal guards, two men walked into the throne room. One stood with his back straight and his chin raised high. But the other…looked weak and deflated, nervously holding onto his pants.
Zi Shou and Wen Tiexin, the top two talents of the Yin Dynasty, thus made their entrance—walking past the officials to stand next to Wen Tianhua.
"Shou'er!" Wen Xinzhui was the first to react, losing her composure as her one and only son entered her line of sight. Tears filled the queen's eyes, and without a care for Zi Xian's pressure, she stood up, throwing herself at her son.
