บท 148: Regrets are the wounds that time never heals.

"Yeah, I must fulfil my promise to Zhao Ming's wife." Moros stood up and fell again; it was as if something was paralyzing him slowly. 

"Zhao Ming?" The Dragon Lord reacted. "Is your friend related to the Imperial Family?" He asked. 

"Ah…yeah…he is…but not popular," Moros replied. 

"When did he got married? Why was I not invited?" Dragon Lord turned to his men and asked, raising his eyebrows, he seemed to be quite offended. 

"Your Majesty, we have no idea, there has been no news of his marriage. He must have married a concubine…" The men rushed to explain. 

"You seem to know Zhao Ming well." Moros said with a suspicious gaze, wondering if he was Zhao Ming's adversary. 

"He is your friend in your realm, but he is my best friend here." The Dragon Lord proudly claimed the title. A tinge of jealousy was visible on Moros's face when he questioned him, "How can you prove that?"