"Your Majesty..."
Taishi Ci was just about to speak when Guo Jia stopped him.
"It's all right. His Majesty must have a deeper purpose in doing this. We need only watch from the sidelines. With so many of us here, nothing will happen."
Only then did Taishi Ci step back.
Holding a spear, Liu Xie clumsily tried to spear fish in the river. Not only did he fail to catch any, he lost his footing and fell into the stream, giving everyone a fright.
"I'm fine. I'm fine..."
Soaked through, Liu Xie climbed ashore and sighed. "I really am no good at spearing fish."
After straightening his clothes, he said to Ju Shou, "Gongyu, catch a fish for me."
"I feel like eating fish."
Ju Shou's expression was deeply conflicted as scenes from the past surfaced one by one in his mind.
What exactly does he mean by this?
He did not know what Liu Xie intended by doing this.
Was he reminiscing about those days?
Or was he mocking him?
Liu Xie offered no answer, merely telling Zhang He to send someone to fetch a fishing rod.
Then he had Ju Shou's ropes untied and tossed the rod in front of him.
The meaning needed no words.
Ju Shou glanced at Liu Xie, then at the fishing rod on the ground. In the end, he picked it up and walked to the bank.
Only then did Liu Xie smile, personally setting about lighting a fire on the bank.
Everyone watched, puzzled, but none dared ask. They vaguely sensed that Liu Xie's actions held profound meaning.
Zhang He and the others watched Ju Shou warily. At the slightest move against Liu Xie, they would rush forward and cut him down.
Before long, Ju Shou's rod stirred, and he pulled up