Under the eves of the great hall in the palace, the Tang Emperor was deep in discussion with Emperor Xiao and Emperor Yun on grave matters of state.
Jian Wushuang walked straight into the hall.
Noticing his arrival, the Tang Emperor and the rest of the other people present looked at him strangely.
"Seniors Tang Emperor, Emperor Xiao, and Emperor Yun." Jian Wushuang greeted them.
"Jian Wushuang..." Tang Emperor began to speak with a pained expression, but his voice trailed off as he knew not of what to say.
"I have been told everything. I don't blame you, and I know what should I be doing next." Jian Wushuang said gravely.
He did not blame the Tang Emperor and others for keeping the truth about Leng Rushuang from him, knowing full well that they had been trying to spare him the agony of grief.
Hearing his words, the brows of the Tang Emperor rose with a jot of admiration towards Jian Wushuang, liking him even more.
