Before Ninth Master Lee finished speaking, a voice from outside chimed in, "Ninth Master, you worry too much. We should reconsider this matter thoroughly!"
The curtain lifted, and Song Chongjin came in.
Ninth Master Lee quickly collected his thoughts, greeted Song Chongjin, exchanged pleasantries, and then sat down again.
Song Chongjin then naturally sat next to Wang Yongzhu and took Wang Yongzhu's teacup, finishing the remaining tea in one gulp.
Seeing Wang Yongzhu's indifferent expression, it was clear this was usual for them.
Suppressing a hint of bitterness in his heart, Ninth Master Lee asked solemnly, "Brother Song, your suggestion to reconsider means?"
Song Chongjin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Not to mention His Majesty is in his prime, robust and likely to live for decades. Even if the Imperial Noble Consort gives birth to a Prince, it would merely be an infant and it would take many years for him to mature."
