Chapter 1757: Unworthy of His Identity

n hand, the guard felt a pang of apprehension when he saw Zhao Xuanji.After all, Zhao Xuanji had held power for over a decade. His deep-rooted prestige was unparalleled."What Can't even old me go in"...shed red under his gaze, he began to write a poem on the blank scroll."Upon the flower stand, a single sprig of spring is purchased. Tears stain the fair cheeks, still bearing the traces of dawn's ros...