Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

or them at the city gate, holding sleeping An'an in his arms."You're finally back!" Huang Ajian whispered. "Little ancestor cried all day, I wore out my lips trying to coax him, couldn't soothe him at...ist as Zhao Rucheng, he didn't go about life so carelessly either.If this is "peace" then it's really not necessary.Noting Jiang Wang's gaze, Jue Ku's brows furrowed even deeper: "Wealth and honor of...