Even though everyone knew how Feng Ruohen got the injury on his hand, no one dared to ask.
This unsmiling man was still sitting in the designated position next to the dragon chair as usual, handling every major national event that was reported in an orderly manner.
Concerning yesterday's incident of Prince Nusha making a big fuss at the Regent's Palace.
Not a word was mentioned.
Several times, the minister hesitated to speak and stood up, only to be met with Feng Ruohen's cold gaze and brushed off other trivial matters.
The morning dynasty came to an obscure end with Lu You's sharp "dismissal of the dynasty" sound.
Unlike before, the regent did not get up and leave immediately today.
He sat quietly on the big solid mahogany chair, and his domineering look was not at all obscured by the dazzling golden dragon chair beside him.
The injured hand gently supported his chin, meditating silently.
Lu You bent slightly and stood sideways behind him. He had been following him for so many years.
This forty-year-old old eunuch manager has always had only one king in his heart, let alone a master.
That person seems to have changed slightly now.
After a long time, the hall became deserted again, and the temperature dropped suddenly.
"Your Majesty," Lu You lowered his scream and asked, "Do you want to have dinner in the palace?"
It's been too long since I've seen Feng Ruohen think so deeply about something or someone.
He just woke up from thousands of thoughts and said coldly, "No need."
Then he stood up and headed for the exit at the back of the hall.
Lu You stood there and looked at the tall back, his gray eyebrows frowning slightly.
The king is lonely.
At the beginning, he was attracted by His Highness's indifference and decided to follow him to the death.
Is this person going to change now?
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The palace seemed a bit desolate in the harsh winter.
At this time of year, even the colors of the clothes worn by the palace maids and eunuchs were dull and lifeless.
Familiarly walking through the indifferent palaces and walking through the long and narrow corridors, Feng Ruohen had no attachment to the place where he grew up.
After having his own mansion outside, he rarely stayed here.
When I decided to come back four years ago, I accidentally discovered the letters between Feng Yao, his brother, and the woman.