Lord Zheng drank some water, swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and continued:
"Also, that pretentiousness of yours should just be let go, the Emperor is your father, pleasing your old man is a son's duty."
"That sounds strange."
"Anyway, that's the point, don't overthink it, thinking too much is futile."
"As a member of the Ji Family, I only..."
"People who have that kind of thought usually die very heroically at the end, do you want to die heroically?"
"No."
"Then just do what you should, don't oppose the Emperor, seriously."
The carriage came to a halt outside the palace gates.
Ji Chengjue followed the civil and military officials into the court,
while Lord Zheng, led by a palace attendant, went to the side hall outside the Imperial Study.
As soon as he sat down,
a young eunuch with freckles on his face proactively approached him, solicitously saying:
"Lord, would you like some breakfast?"
Such good treatment?
