"Master..."
"It's fine, next time just secretly tell me, you should strive more, being someone's godson all the time is quite meaningless."
For some reason,
images unexpectedly flashed in Wei Zhonghe's mind of the past when the Min Family master married into the Royal Mansion.
Now,
he, Wei Zhonghe, serves as the head of the Ministry of Rites in the inner palace of Yan, overseeing the Spy Bureau;
under him, not to mention godsons, even god-grandsons are countless, and the young eunuchs in the palace call him 'Ancestor.'
But that Min Family master,
can no longer see his current prestige.
Suddenly,
Wei Zhonghe's heart tightened, and he began rapidly reciting the Qi refining techniques, forcibly suppressing these outer thoughts inside him.
Immediately thereafter,
with a bit of trepidation, he looked up and noticed the Emperor still silently facing away from him, which let Wei Zhonghe breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Some people, some matters,
