"Sigh."
"Dong'er, I suppose I'm still missing you a bit too much."
After a long while.
Ying Zheng let out a sigh. That glance just now—almost identical to the one from the person he'd been longing for—left even Ying Zheng a little taken aback.
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Back at the graveside!
"Zhao Feng is back."
Wang Ben spotted Zhao Feng at a glance.
"What urgent business did the Great King want with you alone?" Wang Jian immediately asked.
In his view, Ying Zheng must have had some important matter to entrust to Zhao Feng.
"He just talked with me for a while—didn't assign anything special."
"And tried out my sword while he was at it," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
"Brother-in-law, to be able to spend so long alone with the Great King—that's an incomparable honor."
"I'm jealous to death," Wang Ben said with a hint of envy.
"That's all it takes for you to be jealous?" Zhao Feng teased with a grin.
