Several days later, the general of Nanli retreated. Han Moze dismissed his men back to court.
Han Moze continued drinking wine, as he sat in the carriage.
"Lian Jiuhua, Your Majesty big brother, why do you look so sad? Are you done drinking every day?" Xu Ziling asked curiously, when she walked up to Lian Jiuhua.
Lian Jiuhua grinned helplessly. "There's no use for you to know. Mind your own business. His Majesty will return to normal after some time," he said flatly.
"But even so, I think Your Majesty big brother seems to be really hurt or something. He's depressed every day and doesn't care about anyone. His temper got worse, and he's truly unreadable!" said Xu Ziling in confusion, as she looked over at the carriage with pursed lips.
"It'd be odd for women like you with big boobs and no brain to be able to read him!" Grunted Lian Jiuhua softly.
