At this moment, Verity Sang, who everyone thought had no chance of becoming the emperor, was sitting in an old house in the capital.
The entrance to the house.
Located on the outskirts of the capital, it takes half an hour to walk into the city.
The faint fragrance of tea spreads.
Verity Sang was lying on the chair, looking as lazy and casual as ever, as if he just came here to relax.
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