The Old Limp gritted his teeth.
Damn, my leg is crippled.
Otherwise, with only a handful of men, he would have charged in to slaughter that brat Wei Shu.
Without that kid, perhaps he could still live a life of luxury; it's him taking the position meant for his original master. Otherwise, he might be the Chief of the Imperial Guard now.
Living a life of luxury and endless prospects!
Of course, such boasting was all he could do.
Wei Shu's arrival was anticipated by all.
A large portion of today's guests were here because of him.
Your Majesty came to preside over the wedding, isn't it fitting for you to show your face?
He entered the Prime Minister Residence, and the noisy and lively house instantly fell silent. Everyone knelt down, praising with shouts of long life.
He descended from the carriage, supported by Eryue, and walked inside, coughing as he went.
The faint scent of blood seemed to linger under everyone's nose, stirring every heart.
