Mental Terror

This time, with preparations in place, it was no longer like the day Chen Cheng had arrived, with only a simple meal of rustic tea and plain fare.

Of course, plain fare had its own warmth of family affection.

"Zhulu, you're in for a treat. When His Majesty arrived before, he only had a simple meal of plain fare at my place. But today, His Majesty has prepared this grand banquet just for you."

Prince Pingbei said with a smile to Zhulu.

To Prince Pingbei and the others, Zhulu could be called their lifesaver. Their ability to evade pursuit and recuperate had all depended on the Alchemy Land Zhulu had left behind all those years ago.

Chen Cheng merely waved his hand and said:

"Don't praise me too highly. The soldiers also won a great victory today, so this is their celebration banquet as well."

As soon as Chen Cheng said this, the distance between everyone rapidly narrowed.

Afterward, he raised his cup and drank with the others.

After three rounds of wine, Chen Cheng set down his cup and looked at Zhulu beside him, his face flushing slightly.

It was not that he was embarrassed about anything. He simply felt it was rather difficult to ask Zhulu to devote his life to him in exchange for nothing more than a banquet table.

Zhulu could also see Chen Cheng's awkwardness. He filled his cup, then raised it toward Chen Cheng beside him and said:

"This subject, Zhulu, thanks Your Majesty for your generous favor. I came here precisely to share Your Majesty's burdens and resolve Your Majesty's troubles. Whatever Your Majesty requires, you may command me freely."

Zhulu had high emotional intelligence. Knowing he could not let Chen Cheng remain embarrassed, he took the initiative to speak first.

Upon hearing