C127 Minister of Rites

"What?"

Zhao He withdrew his reminiscing gaze and quietly looked at Yan Jiuke.

"Nothing."

In the past, Yan Jiuke had probably thrown all these matters out of the window long ago, and the only person who remembered them, Xie Zhangzhen, had long since been scared out of his wits and had turned into a wisp of his soul.

"What time is it now?"

Zhaohe suddenly asked