Song Gao, leading his men, worked fervently. The water buffalo had been chosen, and construction had begun on the shacks atop the manor, with the measurements taken for the thatched bedding and seeds already sowed.
Song Yuan kicked the grass frame beside Song Gao with impatience. He truly took himself to be the one in charge.
"Why did you kick that?" It had not been easy to earn the Prince's favor, and it would be even better to catch the Monarch's eye while at it.
"What's the use fussing over this? The Empress Dowager has already issued an imperial edict. How are we to explain this to the Princely Heir?" Song Yuan's eyes blazed with anger. Just as they saw a glimmer of hope, this curveball was thrown. The Princely Heir had returned to Nanmen and the situation was not progressing smoothly. In the midst of mediating the various powers, it was not hard to imagine the desperate situation.