Great Sum Capital City.
Imperial Study Room.
It was already deep into the night, and the subtle flicker of candlelight filled the tranquil Imperial Study Room, with only the sound of a steel pen scratching against paper.
Lu Chen was attending to memorials when Bai Qingqing's voice erupted from outside the Imperial Study Room, "Your Majesty, the Zhao King seeks an audience!"
Lu Chen immediately responded, "Let him in!"
The Zhao King then entered the Imperial Study Room and immediately knelt, saying, "This guilty subject pays his respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"
Lu Chen said indifferently, "Uncle, please rise."
Upon hearing these words, the Zhao King promptly stood up, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After the Zhao King rose, he noticed that Lu Chen was not looking at him but was still bent over, holding a steel pen produced in the North Country, continuing to work through the memorials.
