The carriage stopped under the Drunken Wind Pavilion.
The Regent walked in front, the sword maker followed behind him, and Zheng Fan and Mr. Chen were at the end.
Lord Zheng now felt a sense of absurdity filling his mind,
He had just left yesterday in a hurry, got an uncomfortable night's sleep, and today, he had to go back again?
Lord Zheng could choose to say "no" now,
But to say "no" to that man in white was the greatest offense against him;
He was the Regent, he was the "Emperor," and as a ruler, his words held immense authority and must be obeyed.
Moreover, from Su Mingzhe's perspective, he had no reason to say "no" at this time.
Because he had originally been sent by his master to deliver gifts and attend the princess's wedding banquet.
If he refused, his character would inevitably collapse, causing even more extreme reactions.
From the corner of his eye, Lord Zheng glanced at Mr. Chen standing beside him,
Mr. Chen owed him a favor,
