After finishing his letter, Chu Liang took another nap in his cabin. He didn't get up until the afternoon. After freshening up, he went to report to his Master.
When he arrived at his Master's loft, he found that Empress Feng was sitting there, weeping over an album of paintings.
Seeing Chu Liang enter, she quickly closed the album and wiped her eyes.
"..." Chu Liang looked at her, "Master, have you been crying?"
"No." Empress Feng shook her head with her eyes ringed red.
"Did the male and female leads break up?" Chu Liang asked.
"It's not that severe..." Empress Feng shook her head again, "It's just that the lead man died."
"Condolences," Chu Liang responded silently.
Who could imagine that this bully of Shu Mountain had such a sensitive and tender heart?
Empress Feng looked at him again, "Did everything go well?"
