Upon hearing Zhao Feng's explanation, Ying Zheng's tense expression gradually eased, and the worry in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of relief.
After all, Ying Zheng valued his eldest grandson greatly. While he was quite fond of Zhao Wu, the significance of the eldest son in the imperial family was irreplaceable.
Even though Qin had already reached the status of the Heavenly Court, Ying Zheng still remembered this significance.
"Since you've arranged everything, I'm relieved." Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and naturally did not inquire further about the matter.
"However, Ling'er is still within the Qin Realm, isn't she?"
Ying Zheng shifted the topic, his eyes showing a trace of affection: "How do you plan to arrange her future?"
Recalling his eldest grandson, he naturally immediately thought of Zhao Ling.
By Ying Zheng's reckoning, it had been many years since he last saw his granddaughter.
