The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked away. Behind them was Eunuch Zhao, whom His Majesty had just sent.
"Your Highnesses, His Majesty has decreed that the weather has been unpredictable recently. In order to prevent your noble bodies from being damaged, please return to the hall to rest…"
When she passed by Rong Yan again, Noble Consort Ji did not even look at him. Rong Yan suddenly laughed when he thought of those people who had accompanied him all the way but could not accompany him to the end.
"Sorry to disappoint you. Young Master Han is now in the Hall of Diligent Government."
Anyway, they would find out soon. It didn't matter if it took a while.
Noble Consort Ji's face, which seemed to have remained unchanged for 10,000 years, finally turned pale. She even turned around abruptly. "What did you say?"
Rong Yan smiled and bowed to her. "Mother, rest well. I'll take my leave."