"Greetings, Lord Chang'an."
Inside the house, a middle-aged man wearing a black warrior outfit and a Qin sword on his waist bowed to Grayson Ying.
"Sit down, sit down, sit down. It's like being at home here. Don't be shy."
Grayson Ying placed the fruit plate he brought in on the table and sat opposite the middle-aged man across the table.
"Eat some fruit. Yongdi is 300 miles away from Xianyang. You must be very tired after riding a horse all the way."
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