The warm water in the bathtub managed to calm his mind. It was warm, but it was enough to cool his hectic mind. He didn't expect that he would be so sensitive just because Zhu Ge mentioned the word 'master' earlier.
Many years had passed, but the memory was still vivid in his head. No matter how hard he tried to forget everything, those painful memories would still come back to him from time to time.
He was alone in the bathroom, and neither did he plan on calling Ma Qiao to help him get dressed. It had been a few days since he had just arrived in this world, and he had learned how to dress.
The white hanfu still looked dull in his eyes, but he had no other choice but to follow the rules in the palace. If he wanted to usurp the throne, then he had better not make trouble for himself, and that was why he could only follow the rules by wearing a white hanfu.
