THE COMPOSER OF THE SONG
"That stupid kid has ruined his reputation," sitting down in her chair, Zhu Ruolan proudly said those words with a smug grin on her face.
She was in one of the garden pavilions in the concubine quarter, and she was not alone at the moment. Next to her was a round table, and beside the round table was another chair. On the chair, an old man with a white beard was sitting in an arrogant posture. His old back was still able to sit straight in the chair, even his chin was raised to show his authority.
Perhaps it was normal for him to act that way, though. After all, he was indeed no ordinary person, and he was the Prime Minister of Wu Li, Zhong Enlai.
"You have spread rumors of Wu Jinhai getting married to a man, yet Wu Shun did not say anything to clarify it. It's a bit strange because such rumors will surely harm his beloved son," commented Zhong Enlai.