1201 A Sigh

Under a glowing moon and numerous shining stars that dotted the night skies like brightly-lit lanterns, the moon seemed to become even colder and dreamier.

Zhao Heng stood in the pavilion, staring at the beauty of the night. Hu Dou had fallen asleep at his feet and the surroundings were dead quiet.

"What's the difference between being your puppet and being King Jin of the Great Zhou Dynasty? They are both essentially the same!"