"That's great, buddy, I'm really grateful to you this time. If you ever need anything from me, just let me know, I'll repay your help this time, even if it costs me my life," Ouyang Zhi was very excited, so he dared to make promises; of course, the promises he made were genuine.
Chen Han stayed overnight at the Imperial Palace.
Before leaving the next day, he went to see the Old King once more.
The Old King was already up, eating breakfast—a solitary seventy-something-year-old man sitting silently in the exquisite and luxurious dining room, consuming breakfast.
As Chen Han walked into the dining room and saw this scene, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Although the throne was passed to his great-uncle and not to his own grandfather.
In truth, his great-uncle has not lived well these past years.
Chen Han heard that his great-uncle had feelings only for his first love, his strong affection was directed towards the Princess when the Old King was young.
