Tianmen Mountain stood silently among the mountains.
The afternoon sunlight was dim, but today's weather was extremely good, the firmament washed clean like water, a deep blue without dust, the blazing sun suspended in the sky.
"The Princely Heir truly has a good disposition, even wanting to drink wine,"
Zhao Jin said, then suddenly fell into thought, nodding with agreement, "That's good, after the Princely Heir has had his wine, it will be easier to set off."
"I shall allow the Princely Heir some time to drink."
As Zhao Jin spoke, he held his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly watching Cheng Guang.
Cheng Guang, however, paid no attention to Zhao Jin, drinking one cup after another, his eyebrows sometimes furrowed in concentration and sometimes relaxed as if pondering something.
His gaze had not fallen upon Zhao Jin since the beginning but rather looked in the direction of the Great Zhou Capital.
