Shang Ruyi felt both joy and pride for Shen Wuzheng, a deep smile involuntarily appearing on her face. Seeing her this way, Ji Hong also faintly smiled, those aged, time-worn eyes slowly turning toward the grand hall—
At this moment, some lower-ranking officials had begun leaving Taiji Palace to return to their posts; others remained in the hall to discuss how to handle the current epidemic. In short, it was a bustling scene, filled with voices.
Yet, a touch of melancholy appeared in Ji Hong's gaze.
He smiled faintly and said, "Once the major affairs are settled, some of the old fellows here should retire. This Taiji Palace and the court ultimately belong to the young. Your cousin will surely achieve great things."
"...!"
Shang Ruyi's eyes sparkled.
Indeed, the future of Shen Wuzheng!
