When Zhang Sheng walked into the main hall, it seemed the whole world's spring colors came with her.
She settled into the main seat, picked up the teacup, and took a light sip, saying: "Why has the Fourth Prince come?"
Li Chengfeng hurriedly stood up to salute and said: "I come for the two hundred thousand soldiers of Great Zhao; if they can be released, Chengfeng will be immensely grateful! If ever called upon, I will not hesitate to face boiling water or walk through fire!"
Zhang Sheng gently skimmed the tea leaves floating on top of the tea with the lid but did not speak.
Li Zhi also wanted to pick up tea, not to drink but to do something to hide his embarrassment and tension. He couldn't quite understand why he, inheritor of the Human King, felt nervous.
But when he reached out, his hand found nothing but air. In the entire room, only the cup beside Zhang Sheng was prepared, and there was none ready for them.
Li Chengfeng stood there, unsure whether to sit or to walk away.