Fulin sat high on the throne, a look of utter bewilderment on his face. He dared not make a decision on this matter, nor was he in any position to make one.
Seeing the eyes of the crowd fixed on him, Fulin said in a low voice, "This matter... is not urgent."
Before anyone could object, he immediately looked at Jirgalang and raised his volume. "Prince Zheng."
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