On the fifth floor of the Da Feng Tower, within the spacious and quiet room, the light flickered gently.
Next to the Eight Immortals table, Zhao Douan smiled after saying these words, and the expressions of the father and daughter sitting at the table visibly became intricate.
"Heh," Prince Huaian unconsciously let out a laugh as if he had heard something amusing, "Is this Your Majesty's idea?"
He was probing, whether the Empress had given Zhao Douan some special instructions before he left the capital.
For instance, what price would the court be willing to pay if they wished to secure the support of this vacillating prince?
However, Zhao Douan just calmly shook his head: "This is merely my own thought."
Had the Empress discussed with him the matter of winning over Prince Huaian?
Indeed, there had been.
When leaving the capital, the sovereign and his minion had indeed had such a discussion, and the consensus reached at that time was that they absolutely could not concede.
