Long Yang turned his eyes toward him. Despite the coolness of his gaze, there was an authoritativeness in it, which startled Yuan Zheng. He did not expect an envoy to possess such a mysterious and intimidating aura.
Suppressing his shock, he smiled warmly. "Please don't misunderstand, Minister Lin. I don't mean any harm; I just wish to know your status in Great Shang. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."
Indifferently, Long Yang shifted his gaze back to Lu Liangwei and watched her eat.
Noticing her special fondness for the lotus leaf steamed duck, he put two more pieces in her bowl.
Lu Liangwei beamed at him and used her chopsticks to serve him a piece as well. "You should eat some too."
Their casual display of affection made Yuan Zheng feel like a third wheel, and he cleared his throat, ready to break the awkwardness, when Long Yang suddenly said nonchalantly, "Actually, I'm also curious to know if you have the late Yan Emperor's will."
