Grayson Ying rubbed his cheeks with both hands and frowned.
Ying Ji looked at his great-grandson intently, and saw that he did not show any intention of speaking for a long while.
"No need to talk too much. I am hungry. Do you have any food or wine?"
Grayson Ying's eyes emerged from between his palms and fingers, and he looked at his grandfather in surprise.
How could the grandfather who had just criticized him, the king who claimed to be unruly, beg for wine and food in the court?
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