“Dragon language, sign language, he knows a lot.”
Looking at Chen Chang Sheng’s back that was disappearing in darkness, the middle-aged lady smiled and said.
Chen Chang Sheng had thought that she was mute. She said to the darkness, “Wei Yang Palace is too far, go help him out.”
“He’s truly a good kid.”
The middle-aged woman gradually stopped smiling and said indifferently, “If his last name is Chen, that will be even better.”
After saying this, she turned and walked towards the palace.
The previously dark and seemingly deserted palace suddenly lit up.
Several dozens of eunuchs and maids, with many royal guests, kneeled down at the sides. No one dared to look up. All held their breaths.