Before Ling Qingfeng even had a chance to explain, she was interrupted by Luo Shanhe who got up from his seat abruptly, a genial smile on his face while calling out loudly, "Nephew Helian!"
A handsome young man in a black robe decorated with dragons strolled into the hall.
He was obviously late but he did not appear to be apologetic at all – his handsome face void of any expression.
Instead of getting angry, Luo Shanhe's smile only grew broader. "Nephew! Please come in! Please take a seat!"
"Luo Shanhe," Helian Tulong said, unimpressed, "In terms of seniority, my old father is one generation older than your previous emperor! You should be calling me Shishu!"
"I…" Luo Heshan swallowed nervously. "Helian Shishu please forgive me… I am Princess Puti's eighth uncle… I spoke without thinking…"
"We still don't know who will win today!" Helian Tulong said. "The day when I have officially married the princess, would be the day you can call me nephew!"
