Prince's Mansion, Cangming Hall.
Zhou Xuanming anxiously waited outside the gate, which was tightly closed.
Inside the hall.
The Seventh Prince sat poised on a luxurious chair, quickly flipping through various memorials from the fief. Soon, a thick stack was fully annotated. Rubbing his brow, the Seventh Prince closed his eyes wearily. Over the years, all resources within the fief had been fully exploited, yet the expenses of the Prince's Mansion remained high, and it seemed like they were barely covering their costs.
"Prince, have some Celestial Cloud Tea to refresh yourself."
Housekeeper Zhou considerately offered the prepared tea cup to the Seventh Prince.
Once the Seventh Prince's brow relaxed a bit.
Only then did he bow his hands and say:
"Prince, the Second Young Master is just outside the hall. He said there's an important matter to discuss with Your Highness. Do you wish to see him, or..."
The Seventh Prince frowned at these words.
