Xu Zhenguan calmly said: "Between six and seven."
Well... it sounds likely... Zhao Douan breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought, will the Eight Princes and the cultivation forces from all sides in Yu Country really stay within bounds and not cause destruction?
But thinking from Zhenbao's perspective, there aren't many choices.
People cannot fully choose their own lives; the higher you stand, the less control you have over yourself.
In the garden, the two stood quietly, momentarily speechless.
"Alright, enough of that," Xu Zhenguan smiled gently, "If it weren't for you today, the Royal Family would have truly lost face. I've ordered the Imperial Kitchen to prepare a feast, so stay for lunch in the palace."
