"Yun Zhongjun, how many years has it been since we last spoke like this?"
"Your Majesty, it has been three thousand years."
"Ahh... three thousand years, three thousand years have flown by in the blink of an eye, Yun Zhongjun." Taiyi personally picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Yun Zhongzi: "Yun Zhongjun, I know you still resent me for ambushing your senior brother, but it has already been three thousand years."
"I dare not."
"I dare not... When have you ever addressed me as 'Your Majesty' in front of me? We grew up together, how could I not understand your thoughts?" Taiyi sighed quietly: "Now with the situation in the Thirty-Three Heavens, what are your plans?"
"I dare not act rashly in front of Your Majesty."
