"Do not be hasty, everything is under control," Pei Xuanjing comforted Zhu Houji, whose expression was somewhat anxious, while a hint of reminiscence flickered in his eyes.
He and this registered disciple had known each other for hundreds of years. Since the latter had ascended from a prince to the imperial throne, he had undergone significant changes, especially at times when he wielded supreme authority.
The look on Zhu Houji's face at this moment, Pei Xuanjing vaguely remembered, was only shown once before: when he had first ascended to the throne, failed to grasp authority, and found himself constrained by others, and then when he had sought Pei Xuanjing's help and asked to become his disciple.
A fleeting moment of memory passed through Pei Xuanjing's heart, and with his words, although he had not yet mentioned the specifics, Zhu Houji seemed to trust Pei Xuanjing implicitly. The slight worry originally on his face dissipated, returning to calmness.
