Qiankun Hall, Zheng Yi was resting with his eyes closed.
Yesterday, after retiring at Yonghe Palace, Consort Shuu, now Noble Consort Yang, fainted twice due to excessive excitement, and Zheng Yi had to just hold her through the night.
"Yang Huan, Noble Consort Yang... last night was still too impulsive, after all, Yang Huan was involved in treason!"
Zheng Yi's mind was filled with countless thoughts, constantly pondering his conversation with Yang Huan last night.
"However, this matter doesn't really count for much; by precedent, the Emperor can have two Noble Consorts. Now that both positions for Noble Consort have been decided, it extinguishes others' ambitions."
"Besides, deciding whom to bestow as a Noble Consort is a family matter of mine, and no one can say otherwise!"
"The urgent matter now is regarding the Emperor's Mausoleum."
"Among the twenty mausoleums of the Great Yu Dynasty lies hidden cultivation secret techniques, no matter what, they must be excavated!"
