All afternoon, no one took the initiative to say a word.

Didn't even take a sip of water.

The two just sat like this, looking at each other.

"How did you find it?" In front of the emperor, the "old man" with white hair and wrinkled face asked.

It broke the atmosphere that had been frozen all afternoon.

"By chance." The emperor said, looking at the person in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Why...have you become like this?" The emperor's voice was choked with sobs.

"Isn't this look pretty good?" the 'old man' said with a smile, opening his mouth that was missing two front teeth.

Wei Zheng sat at the door of the room and sighed softly in his heart.

He finally understood why the old man on the roadside had the chair in Zhao Chen's house.
Chapter completed!