Chu Yang walked to the summit; step by step. His black robe was fluttering in the night breeze. He was taking heavy footsteps. There was some hesitation in his gait. His heart was in a state of complete mess… just like his black robe in the wind.
Wu Qianqian looked at Chu Yang's black robe; she had sewn it with her own hands. Her eyes revealed traces of tender feelings.
"Minister Chu, you've just returned from the war. Why are you taking a leisurely stroll instead of getting rest?" Tie Butian asked with a smile.
"I've come here because there's something I don't understand. And, it has left me puzzled. So, I've specially come to consult with Your Majesty," Chu Yang replied indifferently.
"Ha-ha, what in the world happened… that has puzzled Minister Chu so deeply?" Tie Butian laughed in a clear and sonorous voice.
Chu Yang was silent for a long time. Then, he slowly spoke-up, "Qian Qian, you should excuse us. There's something I wish to discuss with His Majesty alone."
