The Lord's father held the empress dowager's hand, but his majestic face had two red eyes: "Empress dowager, widow... is late."

Zhao He coughed gently, signaled to the queen next to him, and took everyone out of the palace.

Outside the hall, there were hundreds of generals of Zhao State, and the ministers were waiting outside.

Originally, Zhao He planned to create a grand triumphal ceremony, but was cancelled directly by the master father who was eager to visit the empress dowager.

A quarter of an hour later, the Lord's father walked out of the palace.

"Go to the Palace of Letters."

So, a group of people arrived at Xingong again.

In the main hall of Xin Palace, the master's father looked obviously not very good, and said, "New Year's Day will be in a few days, and the reward ceremony will be held until then. If you have anything, discuss with the Wanger. If your widow's father is tired, he will go back to the palace to rest first."

The Lord's father left in a hurry.

Zhao He obviously didn't expect such a situation. He coughed helplessly and said, "That... let's stop here today. Ersanzi has worked hard all the way. I will hold a banquet in the palace later. Today I will be drunk with Ersanzi!"

It was said that he would stop drunk, but in fact, the banquet had not started for a long time, and Zhao He had to leave early because of the call of his master's father.

The master father stared at Zhao He, and his eyes always made Zhao He unable to help but think of the stern gaze he felt before he was beaten when he was a child, and he couldn't help but tremble.

The Lord Father said, "Are there any other medicine?"

Zhao He glanced at the master's father and knew that he must have asked the old doctor: "Master, there is really no other medicine, Ganoderma lucidum... is the last thing that I can take out."

The Lord Father was silent.

After a long time, the master's father sighed and said, "From tomorrow, let someone take Qian'er to the Empress Dowager every day. Also, if the widow knows about your personal expedition, go if you want to go, just inform me when you leave."

Zhao He thought about it and asked again: "That's the matter of King Qi..."

The Lord Father waved his hand impatiently: "You discuss with Feiyi and the others, okay, let's do it."

The master's father left again, obviously he came to Zhao He just to ask that question.

That night, Xinqi once again got on the slow carriage.

“All ready?”

"No, but we don't have time."

"...How sure are you?"

"30%."

"30%?"

"If we don't do it, then the possibility of our death is 100%.

"Is the Qin people reliable?"

"It's not reliable, but we have no choice."

"……Understood."

"Dry?"

"Do it."
Chapter completed!