Feng Ao Kuai’s Marriage’s Invitation

Prime Minister Lan walked inside and saluted politely when he saw Emperor Yang Zhou.

"Your Majesty, it's already late. You should rest for today."

Emperor Yang Zhou furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at the stack of bamboo scrolls that hadn't been read yet and finally sighed. His willfulness to see that place destroyed was going back to him now.

His eyes and hands were indeed tired.

"I'll take a rest soon." Emperor Yang Zhou looked at Prime Minister Lan and then continued, "But this matter can be handled by the eunuch. There's no need for you to take charge personally, Prime Minister Lan."

Prime Minister Lan coughed. "This minister is here to deliver some plans from the ministers about the plan next year and also to deliver an invitation."

"Invitation?" Emperor Yang Zhou was confused. There were indeed a lot of banquets and the Emperor would always be invited. After all, who would dare not to invite the person at the highest status?