"Draft the decree, I want to appoint Prince Xiang as the Imperial Brother."
Although Rong Jing's voice trembled slightly, it was firm, causing Zhang Fengcai to shudder all over.
Before he could react, Rong Jing had already taken a new Holy Decree from the desk, dipped his brush in vermilion, and said with a light smile, "Never mind, I will write it myself."
Rong Jing's tone was relaxed and gentle, with a smile at the corner of his lips, like a child eager to share candy with others.
Zhang Fengcai never dreamed that, after so much turning about, this position would fall into the hands of Prince Xiang.
Recalling everything from the past, he couldn't help but shiver...
At this moment, an urgent report came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, this servant has an important matter to report!"
Zhang Fengcai recognized the voice as belonging to his other adoptive son, Zhang Shi.
