hahaha, good, good, good Pixiu! in the Great Hall of the Imperial Palace of Qin State, Ying Zheng's laughter was hearty and joyful, and he said the word 'good' three times in a row. His voice was so loud that even the guards standing outside the Great Hall could hear it.
The entire court was in the main hall, quietly sizing up the figure standing in the middle of the hall.
Among the group of white-haired, old, and cunning adults, ganro's twelve-year-old figure was somewhat special.
Xia ping 'an stood calmly in the main hall. There was no arrogance on his face. He was still humble and respectful with his hands crossed, like an adult.
He convinced Zhang Tang and became the special envoy of Qin State to zhao state at the age of 12. Gan Luo's experience was legendary.
Everything was just as the history books had said.
