Zhou Wang glanced around and felt flags were flying, camps were forming... He couldn't help but imagine the European-style great hall transformed into an imperial palace with carved beams and painted rafters, dressing these women in ancient costumes—it was a living, breathing palace intrigue drama for the year!
The main impression was that, in those dramas, emperors seemed not to end up well...
Zhou Wang snapped out of his random thoughts and continued to activate his skill, chuckling nostalgically:
"First of all, I want to thank you all... Of course, I know what day it is today, but what have I Zhou done to deserve all of you gathered here today, even if there's no ceremony, this should be the most special birthday I've ever had. Thank you."
"Zhou Wang..."
Ding Yi raised her eyebrows and couldn't help speaking up.
"Shh, I know you all have a lot of questions, a lot to say, but before that, let me say something first, okay, Yiyi?"
