The elderly lady in the Imperial Palace was originally squinting her eyes, petting the calico in her lap while listening to a television program.
Next to her, the old thing was playing chess with his artificial AI, what a pity that this intelligent life encountered an unprecedentedly terrible chess player.
After all, she has never seen anyone who would smash an AI with a chessboard in her entire life.
Thinking of this, the elderly lady suddenly frowned—she felt a surge of murderous intent from the east, fleeting, but she sensed it distinctly.
Then after a while, there were footsteps, she opened her eyes, looking at Little Chen standing outside the door, who was bowing deeply, looking just like the guards facing unmanageable incidents with a face full of woe.
The elderly lady smiled and said, "Tell me, what's the matter."
