'Why does he suddenly look so dangerous?'
Kuang Zhan averted his gaze, looking to his buddies for support.
But when he turned his head, he found Song Jue and the other two with their heads down, drinking tea.
He stared at the trio for a good while. They just kept drinking. And drinking.
Kuang Zhan's inner thoughts:
'...'
Amid the silence, the door creaked open.
Chu Liang came into view, seated in a wooden wheelchair. Dressed in a long robe embroidered with green bamboo, he exuded an air of detached, otherworldly grace.
Fu pushed the wooden wheelchair up to the table.
Chu Liang clutched a hand warmer, his gaze sweeping lightly across the room before finally landing on Su Qing.
He paused, a flicker of surprise on his face. His expression shifted, his eyes revealing a hint of deep emotion.
"Imperial Uncle, what brings you here?"
