"In short, we have to build a good relationship with Prince Ding during the royal banquet," Xie Changchao said. After saying that, he raised his spear and stabbed it fiercely into the straw in front of him.
At this moment, the protagonist of their discussion was sitting at a table in the room.
The courtyard where Princess Yuqing used to live was filled with flowers and plants. Some looked lush even in winter. In front of the house where Xie Jingxing lived, the leaves of the trees almost blocked the entire window. Even in the daytime, the house still looked gloomy.
However, in the gloom, the young man sitting upright was as dazzling as the sun. The guard in front of him handed him a letter. He read it carefully and threw it into the heater in the house. In an instant, a puff of dust flew out and the letter disappeared.
