Hua Junran. The name he had wanted to catch in his sleep.
After a long while, the man who had been bending over and looking out of the window finally stood up straight.
"Hengshun" He sighed and sat back on the dragon couch. "Tell Jun Ran, when will he come back... When... Will he not be angry with me."
The old slave called Hengshun was trembling slightly, with cold sweat on his head, but he did not dare to speak.
"Hengshun, tell me what he really thinks."
"Back... Back to the Holy One..." Hengshun bowed his waist and lowered his head, trembling. "I don't know..."
"That's right, how can you understand what he is thinking... In all these years, even I have never really understood him." He shook his head and sighed again.
"Your Majesty..."
"I vaguely remember that tomorrow is an important day, but I can't remember it. Do you remember it?" The man's face was gloomy, and his expression could not be seen.
"Return to the Holy Spirit... Remember..."
"Say."
"It's the death anniversary of General Hua."