"Your Majesty! This old subject is late, Your Majesty!"
Yang Xingyuan had just finished drinking the rice porridge that Xiao Yan had cooked for him, and feeling in a reasonably good mood, he was lying back to rest when he heard Zhang Song's death-knell-like howling echoing all the way from the palace gates.
Hearing that shout made Yang Xingyuan furrow his brows deeply, and he could not help complaining to Ning Yuanzhou, "Why is this old fellow the first to arrive?"
Chapter 89