Chapter 48 By a Twist of Fate

took out the chessboard from his chest."Ah, black ink chess pieces on white jade; good." Master Pusuan’s old eyes lit up, and disregarding the grass and mud on the ground, he sat down cross-legged fi...ccording to your original words to report to His Majesty the Emperor. The emperor said Mr. Feng indeed had a style like Cloud Princess Consort, not liking restrictions and leaving was fine."“Mm-hmm!”...