The royal feast.
Everyone ate carefully, each with their own thoughts.
The commander-in-chief did not speak. The others also ate their dinner silently, not saying a word.
After a long time.
The commander-in-chief put down his chopsticks and wiped the corner of his mouth.
Qin Zhengxiao looked up and saw that he did not eat much, but not much either.
According to his age, this amount was just right.
He became more and more suspicious of the authenticity of his illness.
“I don’t have much time left either,”the commander suddenly said.
Everyone quickly prepared to put down their chopsticks and listen to the Commander’s words.
“You guys continue to eat. The family banquet will be fine as long as it’s casual,”the commander looked at them and said indifferently.
The others seemed to have figured out the meaning for a while before they continued to eat their dinner in a calm manner.
