One afternoon, no one took the initiative to say a word.

I didn't even drink a sip of water.

The two of them sat like this, looking at each other.

"How did you find it?" In front of the emperor, the "old man" with white hair and wrinkles on his face spoke.

Breaking the atmosphere that had been solidified for the whole afternoon.

"According to it," the emperor spoke, looking at the person in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Why... have you become like this?" The emperor's voice was choked.

"Isn't this look good, too?" The 'old man' smiled, grinning at the mouth that was missing two front teeth.

Wei Zheng sat at the door of the room and sighed softly in his heart.

He finally understood why the old man on the roadside had a chair on Zhao Chen's mansion.
Chapter completed!