, still with a slight scent of alcohol, smiled and said: “Well, before the banquet, you called me a scoundrel all the time, but during the banquet, you were so calm and composed, polite and graceful....ing legacy, he doesn't want to die.He also realized that his words just now were equivalent to sticking his neck out under the knife in the Eastern Palace, and still with a fawning expression, begging...
Chapter 142: Choice