The king of the Stone Kingdom sat in the cold and dark main hall, his scrawny body curled up into a ball. He looked like a ghost who could not bear to leave its favorite haunt. It was only once he spoke that others were sure he was alive.
"Ah, the Prime Minister of the Stone Kingdom, my right-hand man. It's been a while. You are the Prime Minister, aren't you? I can't recall clearly."
Zhong Heng was unaffected by the jibe, he even wore a look of amusement on his face, as if the feeble man sitting on the throne was just an unskilled laborer. He then gave a cursory bow, informing the king about the Dragon King's decision, "The Dragon King wishes to conduct his wedding with the princess ten days from now. Please, make preparations, Your Majesty."
"Preparations? What's there to prepare? What can I contribute? The royal seal is already in your hands. Why don't I send the chair I'm sitting on to the Dragon King as a gift?"