A few years later.
The past few years Ying Zheng had an easy time.
Although easy time was not the correct term. It was more like a smooth journey with little obstacles.
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Africa, Egypt, Alexandria.
Ying Zheng was standing in front of the mirror looking at himself 'Sigh, I have not aged properly. I am only thirty six years old and I already have greying hair in my temples and the middle line of my hair. Anyways I am going to die anyways does it matter if I am bones or beautiful and if I were immortal I would not really care if I was merely a soul.'
At that moment Ying Zheng heard a voice from outside "Your highness the crown prince wants to meet your highness."
Ying Zheng did not answer and just nodded to maid holding his outer robe. Seeing this the maid immediately ran to Ying Zheng's side and helped him put on the robe after which she knelt down and straighten the clothes although there were no wrinkles on it.
