Li Deming felt very distressed.
He found that as the Chief Steward by the Emperor's side, he couldn't share the Emperor's worries.
Moreover, aside from serving tea, delivering water, and handling petitions for the Emperor, he couldn't do anything else.
He increasingly felt like a useless person.
With a bitter look on his face, he stood to the side, contemplating that since he couldn't help with anything, perhaps he could at least accompany the Emperor well.
But...
Before long, Zhao Junyao waved his hand.
"You may leave!"
Before Li Deming had time to express his gratitude, Zhao Junyao added another sentence.
"Your presence here annoys me!"
Li Deming: "..."
Alright, the servant will leave!
He clenched his teeth, suppressing his frustration, and withdrew.
...
That night, the lamps in Zhao Qichen's room were lit all night.
Originally intending to rest after reviewing the petitions, Zhao Qichen couldn't sit still after finishing them.
