He happily kept the deed. As for their revenge?
Both sides were political enemies. Whether it was him or the True Dragon Palace, once they seized the opportunity, they would kill each other! Zhang Ronghua could take advantage of them without any qualms, let alone this.
At noon.
Uncle Shi stewed a pot of chicken soup. He stewed the old hen until it was very mushy. There was no need to bite it, and it melted in his mouth. The rich smell of chicken soup spread out, and it was already tempting to smell it.
She entered the bedroom and put down the bowl of chicken soup. She scooped a bowl with a spoon in it. Just as she was about to hand it over, there was a knock on the door. It came from the front yard and could be heard clearly in the backyard.
Putting down the bowl, Uncle Shi stood up from his chair."This old servant will open the door."
"Yes." Zhang Ronghua replied.
