"Haha, back in my youth, who would have thought I'd ride in a sedan chair?
Back then, I used to wonder, after death, everyone has to go into a coffin. Why do those civil officials always like to try it out in advance? Are they in such a hurry?"
"Hahahahahaha..."
A group of bodyguards laughed loudly.
In the Qian army, making fun of those civil officials is also a common practice.
Zhong Wenhao walked up the steps, climbed onto the wall, and waved to indicate to his bodyguards not to follow. He wanted to be alone, to enjoy the breeze.
Actually, it was summer now; the evening breeze wasn't cold and provided a refreshingly pleasant comfort.
After reaching the last step, Zhong Wenhao began to pant, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
He reached out and wiped it away.
He,
hadn't sweated in a long time.
He instinctively wanted to support himself on the battlements but saw someone sitting there.
That person was holding a roast chicken and eating it, savoring it deliciously.
