The sunlight falls quietly, dyeing the imperial city.
At this moment, in Frederick Zhu's bedroom, a group of ministers were discussing state affairs with Frederick Zhu.
Frederick Zhu sat on the edge of the dragon bed, his hands on his knees, his body leaning forward slightly.
Unlike when he was with Alexander Zhu, Old Zhu had a serious look on his face at this moment.
There was a solemn and cold look in his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad.
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