"Prince Qin, His Majesty the King and the Queen have been waiting for you for a long time," a servant said respectfully.
Qin Muye paused in his tracks, waiting for a long time? Wouldn't it be that once he went in and signaled by smashing a cup, then eight hundred axemen would rush out and chop him into mincemeat?
Such occurrences were not rare in both ancient and modern times, domestically or abroad.
But he quickly realized, why would anyone chop him up for no reason? He had not affected the regime of the Corinth Kingdom, so he was scaring himself.
When he entered the palace, the situation seemed a bit abnormal. Aside from Sisyphus and Moluo Po, there was a bearded middle-aged man, and the three were engaged in conversation. From their expressions, however, it seemed that Sisyphus and Moluo Po held this middle-aged man in high esteem.
The middle-aged man was handsome and robust, appearing very strong. When Qin Muye entered, the man's eyes also focused on him for an instant.
