"How do you know, I am the 'Divine Walking in the World'... The 'Holy Monk' of the Western Regions also said this to me, is this a local way of praising people..." Zhao Douan saw that Zhenbao hadn't gotten angry, and his heart strings suddenly relaxed, neutralizing the awkwardness with self-deprecation in his mind.
The study room fell silent for a moment.
The tension between the ruler and minister that was "sword-drawn and bowstring-bent" just now, turned strange once no outsiders were observing, leaving only the two of them.
"Ahem," it was Zhao Douan who eventually broke the silence first, explaining:
"I sincerely request Your Majesty's permission to recount the reason for my fake death deception during the Feng City journey."
Ah yes, he came here to question the wrongdoing... Xu Zhenguan was reminded, and her expression almost faltered.
