Chapter 222.1
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty…”
Emperor Jin’an opened his eyes, only to find Fu Cheng standing before him.
Fu Cheng’s hair had turned white, his face was wrinkled, and his back was slightly hunched.
Emperor Jin’an sighed inwardly; he had indeed returned.
“Elder Chen requests an audience, Your Majesty. Will you see him?”
Emperor Jin’an rubbed his temple, reached for a nearby tea, and took a sip.
The tea was still warm, as if he had never left, as if everything had been a dream. But Emperor Jin’an knew it wasn’t a dream. Her warmth still lingered in his hands, and his memories still haunted him.
He placed the tea cup down, a finely crafted Ding kiln white porcelain cup and it hit the sandalwood table. It made a pleasant, crisp sound, slightly heavier than before.
“Summon him.”