Dudian stepped into the palace and stepped on the gorgeous red carpet to sit on the throne. There were many servants and maids standing in the hall. Their heads were lowered as they secretly looked at dudian. Their eyes were full of fear.
Dudian glanced at a young servant with a baby face who was not far away: “Who is in charge of the palace when Urita is not here?”
The young servant’s body trembled as he took a small step forward. He stammered: “Master, Your Highness, if His Highness is not around then the master of the palace will be in charge.”
“Master of the palace? Isn’t he dead? Who is the new master of the Palace?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Go and call him over.”
The young servant’s face was pale as he secretly looked at the youth in dark gold robe.
