"Yes, disciple understands." Zhang Chen said.
Zhou Xu's gaze shifted, looking at Zhang Chen's hair, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "What's with your hair? Why is it all white?"
"You don't know, I have a deadly feud with the Crown Prince Zhang Xiaohua of Prince Pingbian's Mansion. I've been losing sleep day and night, worrying so much that my hair turned white." Zhang Chen sighed helplessly, simply placing all the blame on Zhang Xiaohua.
Hearing this, Zhou Xu looked at Zhang Chen with sympathy; after all, that was Prince Pingbian's Crown Prince. If he had offended such a person, he probably wouldn't be able to calm his nerves all day either.
Zhou Xu patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder, sighed, then turned away full of his own thoughts, leaving Zhang Chen puzzled over Zhou Xu's concerns.
"Is that all? Seems like privilege really is sweet." Zhang Chen muttered as he lazily returned to his courtyard, seeing Xiaodouding pacing anxiously under the big elm tree there.
