Marquis Mu's eyes flashed, his expression slightly heavier: "Enter."
Following that, an old man with white hair and a stooped figure staggered into the room. Even though he was barely able to walk, he insisted on kneeling before Marquis Mu: "Old servant, pays his respects to Your Highness."
Marquis Mu's face was emotionless: "Lian Bo, stand up."
The old man slowly stood up: "Thank you, Your Highness."
"Lian Bo, you are not well. You do not need to come in person. If there is anything, you could have just sent someone to relay the message." Marquis Mu's tone, although still cold, had softened unusually.
The old man shook his head with a smile: "Old servant had to take care of this matter personally. He cannot ease his worries if he lets others do it."
"Lian Bo, please speak."