The Emperor shifted his plump body, pondered for a long while, then slowly said, "These days, I've been feeling unwell and indeed, I can't handle this prayer ceremony."
Jiang Ning suggested, "Emperor Father could let the Crown Prince handle it."
The Crown Prince is certainly capable, but it's not urgent at the moment."
It's not urgent?
Jiang Ning wished she could rush forward, grab his neck, and demand what matters are urgent in his eyes.
However, she couldn't.
As she turned to leave, reluctant to give up, she looked at the three children, hoping that the emperor's eldest grandson, Li Tingqian, would speak.
However, Li Tingqian didn't seem to understand her intention and just knelt there with his head bowed.
Lingzi, with her big eyes, was looking around Crystal Frost Hall, clearly not interested in what her mother was saying.
Jangling Ning felt helpless, ready to persuade again, but then she saw her son, Wenzan, stand up.
