In the Jinluan Palace.
The civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, and a cup of tea’s time had passed since the assembly was supposed to start.
Yet, the high Dragon Chair remained empty.
Everyone couldn’t help but whisper among themselves—
"Since the Emperor ascended the throne, this is the first time he hasn’t come to court."
"Yes, could something have happened? After all, there’s no concubine in the harem now, what could be the reason? Could it be the Emperor is unwell?"
Prime Minister Wen, who stood at the front of the civil servants, turned back and glared sternly at the two ministers whispering.
They quickly bowed and stood firmly, not daring to speak any further.
The eldest master of the Wang Family, Wang Yi, had been trying to ease relations with his brother, Historian Wang, these past few days.
However, Historian Wang lived under the same roof with him, yet treated him like a stranger, ignoring him.
Wang Yi was extremely troubled!
At this moment, he saw Historian Wang standing in the ranks of civil servants, not far from him, and the Emperor hadn’t come yet.
Wang Yi waved to Historian Wang, signaling with his eyes to stay behind for a moment after court.
However, Historian Wang, catching a glimpse of his brother’s signal,
immediately frowned, turned his head to the side, and let out a heavy and cold snort.
If Wang Yi called softly again, Historian Wang would pull out the pen from his sleeve, writing passionately on his tablet!
Judging from the righteous indignation on Historian Wang’s face, Wang Yi guessed that his foolish brother was surely writing something against him to report to the Emperor!
Wang Yi’s face twisted slightly with anger, but he was utterly helpless.
He could only secretly endure it.
Marquis Wan, Feng Fuce, meanwhile, kept his eyes closed, resting.
Even though he stood at the forefront of the military officers, he was oblivious to the surrounding commotion.
His figure was tall and slender, his demeanor cold, making him seem out of place among the ministers.
At this moment, on the Wide Jade Stairs at the entrance, a small and adorable figure came up, with Qingmei lifting her skirt, followed by a large entourage of guards and palace attendants.
The Imperial Guard at the entrance cast a sidelong glance, all puzzled.
That seemed to be the little princess?
Eunuch Quan Xi hurriedly followed beside Bai Zhi’er.
He looked anxious yet had to force a smile, "Your Highness, if there are any tricky matters during the court, you can have the ministers first submit their petitions to Prime Minister Wen, and the Emperor will give instructions later."
Bai Zhi’er held a piece of milk cake in her small hand, nodding while eating, "I know, don’t worry, Eunuch~"
This little one is really working hard, not even having finished breakfast before coming to court.
Who else would work so hard at three and a half years old?
Bai Zhi’er thought with a pouty face.
But thinking that all this was for her father, she was instantly filled with motivation!
Attend morning court, nourish her father, govern the country!
With the high-pitched and sharp announcement from Eunuch Quan Xi—
"The Princess arrives!"
All the officials immediately straightened their attire, slightly turning to face the central path.
They shouted in unison, "Long live the Princess, long live, long live."
This was what Bai Xilie had requested last time.
The princess couldn’t just be "thousand years"; she had to be "ten thousand years," just like the Emperor.
However, the ministers were also puzzled at this time.
Why was the princess coming during morning court? Where had the Emperor gone?
Only then did Feng Fuce, who was like sleeping earlier, open his deep, dark, and cold eyes upon hearing the sound.
He looked back and saw that confident little milk child striding in.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a bit surprised.
Bai Zhi’er waved her small hand as she walked, "Uncles, please rise, there’s no need for excessive courtesy."