A carriage departed from the palace, heading outward. Drawn by four horses, it was exceptionally luxurious.
Zeng Anmin sat inside, a smile gracing his face. "Thankfully, if it weren't for your reminder just now, I really would have thanked His Majesty and accepted the decree."
"Mhm." His old man nodded nonchalantly, his voice tinged with a profound depth. "We'll talk when we get home."
"You got it!"
In the Eastern Palace.
The Crown Prince sat in his chair, looking out at the now-empty courtyard with a tearless expression of utter despair. Beside him, the Fourth Prince, Wang Yuanhao, shrugged as his usual lazy aura returned. "Well, today was a wasted trip."
He let out a leisurely sigh. "Don't lose heart, Big Brother. Maybe one day Zeng Anmin will want to come to the Eastern Palace." With that, he swaggered out.
It was only when his figure completely disappeared that the Crown Prince's chubby face twisted in anger. He slammed his fist viciously onto the desk before him.
BAM!
