There Was Something Wrong with Manqian's Body

Night had settled thickly over Chang'an City.

At the Grand Commandant's residence, Grand Commandant Zhou had opened the gates, but his words already hinted that it was time for his guests to leave.

The young crown prince, however, stood motionless at the entrance, blocking the gateway.

"Grand Commandant Zhou is a veteran official who has served two emperors. In the past, he was stationed on the frontier to fight Xiong State, just like General Cheng, and won military honors time and again. Later, he entered the court and routed five hundred thousand rebels with an army of a hundred thousand..."

A dozen meters or so from the residence, a fervent look shone in Zhang Qian's eyes as he spoke quietly of Grand Commandant Zhou's enviable achievements.

But nearby, Zhang Xuezhou sensed a confrontation.

One was a veteran official who had served two emperors; the other was the current young crown prince.

The two seemed polite and deferential, but neither would yield.

Grand Commandant Zhou had his reasons for being impatient, and the crown prince's thinking was understandable too.

"This old minister is advanced in years and finds it difficult to perform Techniques. I cannot bear Your Highness putting me through this again and again," Grand Commandant Zhou said with a frown. "Including this one, you have now sent me nine people claiming to be inheritors of the Yin-Yang School's Dao methods!"

"Nine is a good number," the crown prince said.

"Last time, you said eight was a good number," Grand Commandant Zhou said.

"Eight is good too!"

"Then seven?"

"Seven isn't bad either."

Grand Commandant Zhou took a deep breath, feeling that there was no communicating with children these days.

He was willing to devote himself to the Great Han Dynasty, but even working like an ox or a