Sly Jiang Batian
Editor: Henyee Translations
Yan Jiuchao carried Yu Wan domineeringly and walked towards the bedroom in his memory without looking back.
Previously, the elders were still 30-50% doubtful, but after seeing his full aura, they were only left with 10-20%.
"My King…" Elder Li mustered his courage and stopped Yan Jiuchao.
Yan Jiuchao knew what this old fellow wanted to say. He snorted coldly and his gaze was as sharp as a knife. "I hit my head just now. There are indeed some things that I don't remember very well, but I remember you, Elder Li. On the fourth of March, you have to meet an old friend."
Elder Li's legs went weak and he knelt down. He had a concubine outside. The concubine had given birth to a son for him. The fourth of March was the birthday of the concubine's son. Every year, on this day, he would think of ways to push aside all official duties to accompany his concubine's son.