This stone chamber embedded in the wall is not large, and Shangguan Qing is curled up inside it, his tall figure appearing particularly aggrieved.
The Night Light Pearl on the wall faintly reflects a soft glow, illuminating Shangguan Qing's pale handsome face.
This was the first time that the Marquis of Xuanping had truly and properly looked at this son whom he had reunited with after twenty years.
His appearance was almost identical to that of Xiao Hen.
This was not his original appearance; he had disguised himself as Xiao Hen. Over the years, to prevent others from discovering that he was not Shangguan Yun's biological son, he had always been impersonating Xiao Hen's look.
Thinking of this, the Marquis of Xuanping felt a pang of heartache.
He squatted on the ground, looking nervously and expectantly at his own son.
He wanted to say something, but did not know how to start.
It is often said that military generals are not good with words, but he was not one of them.
