Zhao Hu stood by, chuckling quietly, but Zhao Song frowned and gave him a sidelong glance, asking, "As for Zitu, since he didn't leave the palace, why isn't he waiting in the back hall? Does he still refuse to come back to take office?"
The smile disappeared from Zhao Hu's face.
Zhao Cheng and He Xun were together; despite only meeting the day before yesterday, they had quickly become good friends.
One was benevolent and humble, the other upright and courteous. Zhao Hanzhang sometimes felt that watching them together was like looking in a mirror, and yet they always had countless things to say.
At this moment, they were sitting in a corner of the palace, debating back and forth over one of Confucius' sayings.
Zhao Zheng searched around before finally finding his father. He quickly stepped forward to salute and reminded them, "Mr. He, Father, the palace banquet is about to start. Allow me to lead you to your seats."
