Leng Jinghua and Lu Yurong stood up at the same time.
"What?!" Leng Jinghua screamed out loud.
The green-robed scribe said softly, "The news came from the Imperial House."
"It's impossible!" Leng Jinghua slammed the stone table, and yelled, "It's impossible that it's him!"
Lu Yurong regained her composure, then asked, "Has it been decided?"
"Not yet, the emperor's still hesitating, but he has that thought."
"Mm, I see. You may leave." Lu Yurong waved her hand.
The green-robed scribe left the gazebo quietly, then disappeared from the backyard.
Upon seeing Leng Jinghua raging with fire, Lu Yurong spoke gently, "Uncle-in-law, don't worry, the emperor hasn't decided."
"What is Father thinking!" Leng Jinghua took a deep breath, then sat back down. "Everyone knows that Chu Li's biased toward King Ping, yet Father wants to elect him as the commander of Secret Guardians Hall. What is he trying to do!"