Long Qian Xing sneezed.
He rubbed his nose and looked to the back, wondering whether it was Shangguan Xiao or Nan Luo who were talking bad about him. Thinking about Nan Luo and how he always wanted to make him stay away from his twin sister, he felt somewhat helpless.
In the end, he pushed the thought to the back.
The palace in Yi City was really big. It took Long Qian Xing a quarter of an incense stick of time to be able to reach the inner palace and managed to find Emperor Yang Zhou. Unlike before where Emperor Yang Zhou would be staying on that tall area and overlooked the city, he was now standing in the middle of a bridge, watching the small river flowing in the middle of it.
At this time, he looked somewhat serene and solemn.
"Young Master Long, Long Qian Xing, greets His Majesty." Long Qian Xing stopped at an appropriate distance and knelt on the ground while cupping his fist.
