The days continued to pass as usual.
On this day, Zhao Junyao had just left the court and was preparing to return to the Imperial Study Room.
Then he saw Xia Tingfeng approach him, furrowing his brows and looking resolute.
Kneeling on one knee, he clasped his fist.
"Emperor!"
Zhao Junyao was taken aback.
"What is it?"
Xia Tingfeng glanced around, with a look of hesitation and reluctance.
Zhao Junyao understood his intent.
Without saying a word, he strode back to the Imperial Study Room.
After dismissing the servants, Zhao Junyao chuckled lightly.
"What's the matter? So secretive!"
Xia Tingfeng suddenly knelt on one knee and took out a letter from his bosom.
"Emperor, this is a secret letter I received this morning!"
"It's... from Western Xia!"
Zhao Junyao's expression momentarily froze.
"Western Xia?"
He instinctively took the letter.
