"Your Majesty, I caught a cold last night. It's nothing serious, just a bit of coughing," Ye Siheng said with an apologetic expression, "I just disturbed Fourth Brother while he was reciting the memorial."
Emperor Muwu replied, "Why didn't you say earlier that you were sick? Quickly, Fourth Brother, please read faster."
Don't let the Ninth Brother's love for his wife cause further disruption.
Prince Zhuang looked up at him.
Ye Siheng's complexion was rosy, his body strong and healthy—hardly someone who had caught a cold.
Instead, it was Nanli whose face was slightly pale, clearly struggling from the situation.
This Ninth Brother... he really pampers his wife too much!
But although he could grumble in his heart, he said aloud, "Yes, I will read faster."
Then, a long memorial was read out loud, and it didn't take long to finish.
First, Emperor Muwu lit the incense and made offerings to their ancestors, and then it was Chu Yan's turn.