As Mr. Zhongxuan's words fell, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly shifted.
Zhongxuan Mingguang's assiduous leg massaging motions involuntarily slowed down.
Zhongxuan Zun had been in a rather good mood.
Although Wang Yiwu had "joined forces" with his own father, and within less than a year, managed to dismantle his business operations, which was indeed a headache.
But that letter from the Summer Country's Jianfeng Mountain, congratulating Zhongxuan Zun on the victory at Tianfu, had significantly uplifted his spirits.
Especially today, as three generations enjoyed a harmonious and casual family conversation, a delight in life.
A rare moment of leisure stolen from the hustle and bustle of life!
But this remark by the old man...
Only the Qintian Monitor, Zheng Ruanting, could be capable of discussing friendship with the Marquis of Bowang, and it could only be Ruan Qin.
