Your Majesty's late night visit..."
"Mom, can you please speak properly?"
The First Emperor sat on a chair in the center of the palace, his hands on his knees, looking very tired.
Zhao Ji looked at the First Emperor's slightly haggard face as he was woken up in the middle of the night, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes.
He stopped talking, poured a cup of tea, folded it two or three times between two teacups, and handed it to the First Emperor.
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