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In June, the earth sweltered under the scorching sun, heat billowing so much so that even the roadside grass and trees seemed listless, and the oppressive heat left people irritable and on edge.
In the guest hall of the Prefectural Governor's Office's backyard, even with more than a dozen pots of ice set out, those inside still felt somewhat restless with heat.
Several people were seated in the hall. Among them, Yan Zhigao sat uneasily in the seat of honor, his eyes occasionally darting toward the two richly dressed young men sitting to his left, while he also kept looking anxiously toward the door.
At this moment, his heart was anything but calm— for he had just learned that the person his eldest daughter saved turned out to be the legitimate son of Prince Ping.
Although he had suspected that the man was from the imperial family, being confronted with the fact still left him somewhat unprepared, uncertain of how to converse with him.
