However, the latter was mostly serious and rarely joked, but from time to time, he would glance at Zhao Rong…
"Mr. Zhao," at this moment, the young Emperor raised his glass and said with concern, "This journey must have been very tough on all of you. This cup of wine, I offer to you on behalf of the people of Great Li as a token of our gratitude."
Though he was young and his voice still had a childish tone, raw and unripe, his little face was serious.
Zhao Rong nodded, received the wine cup passed to him by a beautiful woman sitting next to him, clasped it with both hands, and returned the gesture, "I dare not accept such high praise. It's all part of my duty."
The young Emperor seemed to remember something and couldn't help saying, "Mr. Zhao, your two poetic masterpieces have spread throughout Hanjing, I… I have read them many times, and the more I read, the more amazed I become."
