Yue Hongling, however, maintained a smiling demeanor without a hint of dissatisfaction. It wasn't until they were far from the crowd that she lightly laughed and sighed: "The spirit and appearance of the Capital is much better than many places I've seen before. People are confident and unafraid of the powerful."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Chichi is determined to accomplish what his father couldn't, and Wanzhuang has always had such aspirations. When monarchs and ministers share the same goals, naturally results are visible."
Yue Hongling glanced at him.
Zhao Changhe was taken aback: "What?"
Yue Hongling laughed and said: "Don't you think it has something to do with you?"
Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "I only fight, I haven't done anything regarding these matters..."
Ample spring water flows by the grass of Tang, the sun sets late outside the window, holding them in turns to refill their cups, does that count?
