Dressed as the youngest son of the Right Prime Minister, he ate chicken legs at the altar and was stared at by Ying Zheng! The sign-in system exploded and the room was full of gold bars and military documents. I threw out the chicken bones and hit Zhao Gao on the back of the head. Qin Shihuang grabbed me with a cold face to accuse me. I grinned: Your Majesty, do these chicken legs taste good?
