"Ah, finally awake!"
Die slowly walked to Cai Zheng's side, apple in hand, eating it as she looked at him.
"Don't just eat, give me some too, I'm about to die!"
Cai Zheng said weakly, his whole body pounding.
"Hmph, wishful thinking!"
"You want me to die so you can inherit my throne!"
Cai Zheng said breathlessly, as if he were about to suffocate.
"Get lost!"
Die punched Cai Zheng in the mouth. "You shameless bastard, is that your throne?"
"It's my wife's, so it's mine!"
The two of them playfully teased each other, completely disregarding their image.
Like two mischievous children playfully fighting over something.
"Report!"
Suddenly, the sentry outside the door reported.
"Come in!"
Die said.
"There's a man outside claiming to be the Sword Demon, looking for the Marshal!"
"
