Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

much, Linghe seemed a bit stubborn tonight. Or perhaps he had always been an obstinate person inside, just unwilling to argue when sober.Some meat has developed sores, it's rotten!"It was good before...Town.One dies from the illness, and one recovers.Like the past and the future, coexisting at the same time.In the main hall of the palace, in Zhao Heng City.All the officials have already left.Yang Gu...