Gently patting Peng Shaohe on the shoulder, the mischievous Peng Ze expressed his understanding and care for his grandfather in this way.
An Yiqing's thoughts returned from Peng Shaohe's recent words. She looked at him with a raised brow, somewhat puzzled: "Grandpa Peng, I have a question that's not quite clear to me. Now that you are King Xinsheng, regardless of power or fame, it's nothing like before. The Greats of Xuanjin have also invited you once, but why haven't you gone back?"
Peng Shaohe raised his head and looked at An Yiqing appreciatively, saying: "Girl Qing, some things can't be judged by the surface. In everyone's eyes, I am the formidable King Xinsheng, but few understand my hardships. So many people follow me in Xin Sheng. If I were to go back to Xuanjin out of a sudden whim, the Country Fei might seize the chance to wipe them out."
"But, although you've returned to Xuanjin, your power is still in Xin Sheng. Why is the Country Fei being so daring?"
