The trouble lies in Qingyang's identity.

The supervisor sent by Bejia was attacked in the capital. King Yao must give an explanation for this matter.

There was someone else on her carriage, and she didn't know who it was. But He Lingchuan always felt that the person who could have had an accident at this moment was probably not an ordinary person.

Zhao Song couldn't help but ask: "In the opinion of the owner of the island, whose hand was this explosion?"

He Lingchuan shook his head and said simply: "I don't know."

There is insufficient information to make a judgment.

He smiled bitterly and pointed to the remaining two jars of good wine: "Master Zhao, let's drink it all. Later, a palace envoy will come to announce our entry into the palace."

"Ah?" Is He Xiao trying to break the pot?

"Come on, Mr. Zhao, come and have a few more drinks with me!" Zhao Song came in today under the pretext of drinking. How could He Lingchuan let him come and leave whenever he wanted?

Zhao Song's stomach was already round from drinking, but seeing that he was looking sad and inviting, he had no choice but to accept.

Tianshui City is really experiencing a storm these days, and even he, an obedient person, can feel it, alas!
Chapter completed!