บท 163: The Freshest Thing Is only A Bowl of Chicken Soup

The wooden door with flowers carvings gradually opened, revealing a young eunuch who lightly swept his long sleeves and quietly retreated himself.

Ning Que was taken aback as he saw the huge and tall door in front of him. He tidied up his appearance before entering through the doors with a serious look on his face. Seeing the precious stationaries that he had not seen for a long time and breathing in the smell of the ink that lingered in his memories, he could not help but shiver as he recalled the incident that happened last year.

Infront of the book shelves stood a middle-aged man, with his back facing the main door of the imperial study room. He was dressed in thin plain cotton top and a belt sewed with black and golden threads was placed at his waist, making him seem skinny. Though his face could not be seen, Ning Que had easily guessed the identity of the man.