Other people aside, Chen Yuan, whom he pinned great hopes on to become a sharp blade in his hand, must not be lost at Beiliang. This person has the potential to become a True Monarch; there are even greater plans for him in the future.
While he was thinking about this, Noble Consort Yang hesitated for a moment and then spoke:
"Your Majesty, the spiritual soup is getting cold."
"Hmm."
Jingtai slightly regained his composure but did not lift the bowl. He merely said, "What my beloved concubine says makes some sense. Young talents have great potential; it's a pity if they fall in Beiliang."
"Hehehe...."
"Alright, I will drink the soup. My beloved concubine may leave now," Jingtai instructed.
Noble Consort Yang's eyes moved slightly and suddenly said:
"Your Majesty, where will you rest tonight?"
Jingtai stared at her, suddenly realizing. Just now, he was curious as to why this foolish woman, Noble Consort Yang, would say such things. It seemed to be a prelude to this matter.
