C791 The Reception Office of the Imperial Residence

This was already the tenth day after the conversation. Zhao Yiming was leisurely sitting in the garden and drinking tea. Although the palace had been poor all these years, the scale of its construction back then was pretty good.

Chang Jing Jiang was like his butt was on fire. He quickly ran over from afar and said as he ran, "They are fighting again. Your Royal Highness