Zhu Wencong and his party took a ship and a train, finally arriving in Berlin and bidding farewell to a day of exhausting travel.
The Berlin City Palace had already prepared rooms for their stay, needing a good rest on the first day and formal meetings starting the next day.
The palace in the center of Berlin before them, overall, is a Baroque-style palace, somewhat worn on the outside, yet filled with history.
In later years, it was bombed into ruins, but now it is in its prime moment, clearly showcasing the grandeur of the Imperial Palace.
Zhu Wencong entered the room and lay directly on the soft sofa; the transportation of this era is truly beyond words.
Louis leaned his head on Zhu Wencong's shoulder, initially thinking it would be a pleasant trip, but ended up exhausted.
"Have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself!" Luo Xueqing approached with coffee in hand.
"Thank you!" Zhu Wencong took the coffee, continuously sorting through his thoughts and memories.
