Chapitre 152: Chapter 152 : A Race With Time

"..."

"Father?"

Zhang Zhiyuan held a hand up to silence his son. Then, he lifted a small bell that lay on the table and shook it. A melodious ringing sound poured out of the bell, a sign for any servant or maid to approach the room.

"Your Highness."

"Chang'er, bring me some tea," Zhang Zhiyuan said when the shadow of a maid appeared on the sliding paper door.

"Right away, master," Chang'er replied before she left for the kitchen.

Zhang Zhiyuan refused to talk to his son before he had a few cups of tea to stabilize his nerves.

"Fengxi, are you sure?" was all he managed to say after he found his voice again.

"Father, I swear by..."

"Dear Gods, do not swear. Whatever you swear by, it will only bring our tiger clan extreme misfortune."

"..."

Zhang Zhiyuan groaned into his palms.