Somewhere in Hengyang, Hunan, Qing Dynasty
Zhu Yu Lang crumpled a piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the flames. The bonfire immediately engulfed the paper and let out a few crackling sounds, letting out embers that flew like fireflies under the star-lit night. In the end, the paper turned into black dust scattered by the breeze. Zhu Yu Lang let out a sigh of relief and leaned back. A smile of contentment adorned his face as his body felt extremely relaxed.
Li Dingguo was extremely confused by the actions of his king, so he couldn't help but inquire what was going on.
Normally, he should not be questioning the monarch, as it could be considered a grave mistake and crossing the line, but he and Zhu Yu Lang, having fought in so many battles and having so many life and death moments together, have long passed caring about the cumbersome politics.
