Clan Leader Zhou mulled it over, then laughed, "It seems your grandmother's identity is quite extraordinary."
Otherwise, why would a living and breathing Prince simply let things slide? He felt reassured at heart.
What Chang Zhi considered was the chest at home, which he was itching to open. He knew the answer lay inside the chest. Unfortunately, just as the thought arose, it was extinguished; it was better to leave it to his father!
At the Zhou residence, the Emperor listened to Zhou Shuren recount his childhood stories. Zhou Shuren's tales were always embellished, the natural talent of the original person wasn't as good as his own, and although war played a role, he still painted a rosier picture. Anyway, he told the Emperor the same version of events he had always told.
