"What does the Imperial Grandfather mean?" Chu Zhiyuan asked with a smile.
Below, the maid of the Royal Mansion once again served tea and pastries.
Huang Cheng chuckled, "Young Master Yuan, the Emperor's meaning is, he wants to know what you think, and it's up to you."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "The Imperial Grandfather can decide directly, and I will act according to the decree."
Huang Cheng's smile was as broad as Maitreya Buddha, "The Emperor values the Princely Heir and indeed wants him to make the decision himself, to proceed early or delay."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him thoughtfully, while Huang Cheng wore a full smile, showing no depth.
Chu Zhiyuan slowly said, "Imperial Envoy Huang, then let's proceed early."
"If proceeding early, the Emperor has a small reward," Huang Cheng said with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan immediately smiled, "What treasure?"
He had indeed gambled correctly.
