***
Gao Zheqi merely shot him a faint smile, and the servant immediately fell silent.
***
「Upper Monarch Hall.」
A servant added some incense and was about to withdraw. From behind the beaded curtain, the figure lounging lazily chuckled. "So, has that old coot Gao Zheqi arrived?"
The servant, slightly startled, quickly lowered his gaze. "A messenger just reported that Mr. Gao is on his way to the Imperial Palace."
"I am tired. If he arrives, just tell him to wait." The voice was light and careless.
The servant hastily agreed and withdrew.
***
The wind grew stronger.
The territory of the Dayong Dynasty was vast. The farther west one traveled, the more barren and desolate it became.
Huge, crisscrossing ravines scarred the land, as if the heavens had lashed the earth with a whip. Carriages and horses bumped along the uneven ground, and occasional gusts of yellow sand would billow up, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
