"Your Majesty, the Duke of Fu is seriously ill. Logically, as his junior, my son should visit him. However, Xiao Heng is currently engaged with official duties and can't leave his post. I have a humble suggestion, but I am not sure whether I should speak?"
The Emperor glanced at Consort An, who was diligently attending to his meal, and after taking a sip of soup, he asked, "What is it you want to say?"
Consort An was unsure about the Emperor's attitude, but for the sake of her son's future, she steeled herself and said, "The Duke of Fu is far away in Xiliang with only Yeyang and his wife to attend to him. He must be feeling quite lonely. I was thinking that Xiao Heng should also fulfill his filial duty."
The Emperor chuckled, "You mean to have me send Xiao Heng to Xiliang as well?"
Consort An's expression stiffened, "Xiao Heng has official duties and must stay in Beijing to assist Your Majesty with state affairs. However, Xiao Heng's children can go to Xiliang."
