The King was in the middle of tea drinking.
He had not been busy with the court. Apart from the refugee issue which had been assigned to Lord Ling, everything else seemed to be going on well enough. So the King had been enjoying a very smooth period, which he assumed as the most flourishing time of the Saint Divine Land.
So when he saw Zhou Huailing coming to him, he showed a bright smile.
"What are you doing here?" The King asked, suggesting that they should skip the greetings and sit instead. "The issue of the refugees is solved?"
Zhou Huailing looked confident. "Yes. There are too many sick refugees this year and I am afraid that they will spread the disease, so I closed the gate for those who are sick and allowed only those who are healthy."
