Upon hearing Zhao Gao's words, Ying Zheng did not even turn his head.
"Let Hu Hai attend and preside over the court," Ying Zheng said slowly.
At these words, a look of shock spread across Zhao Gao's face. He looked up at Ying Zheng, filled with disbelief, as if he had misheard.
"Great King?"
"Are you saying the Eighteenth Prince is to preside over the court?" Zhao Gao asked again, incredulous.
"Go and issue the decree," Ying Zheng said with a glance at Zhao Gao.
He then picked up a petition, saying no more.
"This servant obeys the command."
Zhao Gao suppressed the wild ecstasy in his heart and walked with measured steps out of the great hall.
Fusu, I hope that with some competition, you will finally become more capable. Otherwise, you truly are a lost cause.
Watching Zhao Gao's retreating figure, a look of deep contemplation surfaced in Ying Zheng's eyes.
「Harem.」
In the palace of Mrs. Hu.
