Could it be that the matter which had weighed on his heart for so many years was now being attended to? And by the current Son of Heaven?
Was his brother Changhe about to have his long-standing grievances redressed?
After making arrangements, the Emperor turned his head to look at Lian Bingcheng, his commanding presence retracting, and then spoke to him with solemn earnestness, "Mr. Lian, rest assured that if there are any developments in the matter, I will send someone to inform you."
Lian Bingcheng snapped back to reality, looking at the young Emperor standing before him. This was no dream, it was not a dream!
He was both sorrowful and joyful, crying out loudly, "His Majesty is wise and brilliant, may you live for ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand years!" He wanted to perform the ritual of three prostrations and nine kowtows!
