As soon as Jiang Shaohua finished speaking, Wang Jin immediately cupped his hands and took his leave.
Zheng Chen's brows twitched, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Jiang Shaohua's condescending tone was truly infuriating. Did she really take him for a mere secretary?
Unfortunately, he had no chance to retort.
Emperor Taihe also said, "I want to have a word with my cousin, you all may leave for now."
Zheng Chen had no choice but to comply with cupped hands.
After the secretaries left the bedroom, they remained silent for a while. They used to live with the Emperor in the Eastern Palace, and now each had a place in Zhaohai Palace. Having been busy all day, they should have gone back to rest in their respective rooms. However, too many things had happened today, and each of them was bursting with words.
Li Boyuan was the first to suggest, "I'll have the Imperial Kitchen send over some dishes, and we can have dinner together."
Zheng Chen nodded in agreement.
