"Your Majesty."
Emperor Zhou didn't respond to Zhao Jin but instead focused all his attention on Wu Yuemei.
"Yuemei has come to see Us. What is the matter?"
As Emperor Zhou spoke, he didn't glance at Cheng Zhihai.
And Cheng Zhihai had no intent to speak either, silently following behind Wu Yuemei.
At this moment, he seemed to have become invisible.
Wu Yuemei, graceful and dignified, donned a cyan long skirt with a blue base and a Flowing Bead Hairpin in her hair. A touch of rouge made her appear luxurious yet solemn.
However, the depths of Wu Yuemei's eyes hid intense fatigue and sorrow.
"Your Majesty, Guanger has had an accident."
Wu Yuemei slowly started speaking.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhou was taken aback at first, then his authoritative countenance showed a hint of sadness, and he sighed softly.
"Yuemei, you know of this as well."
"Did Zhihai tell you about it?"
Emperor Zhou said this while glancing at Cheng Zhihai who wasn't far aside.
