Lord Zheng added the final stroke, bowed to Qu Yinglun, and then with a sweep of his sleeve, ascended the platform.
Ascending, Lord Zheng intentionally glanced at Her Highness the Princess who was still accepting congratulatory gestures at the front of the platform.
What he thought inside was:
Hmm, this formal attire looks quite impressive from the front; but from the back, it really hides the figure too much.
"Mr. Su, please."
Eunuch Sun voluntarily drew aside the curtain, signaling for Lord Zheng to enter.
"Thank you, Eunuch."
Lord Zheng went inside.
The space inside was vast, this style of platform was such that on normal occasions, the Emperor could use it to survey the realm while seated, and in wartime, maps or strategic game boards could be placed here to strategize with generals.
"Little Cheng, serve Mr. Su with tea."
"Yes."
Zhao Cheng approached holding a cup of tea, and handed it to Zheng Fan.
