Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

d. He glared coldly at the group behind him: "Carrying the dead is a job on Carrying Horse Mountain, you sit quite comfortably there, anxious to be carried"The oil-shining young master immediately kne...e paper, upon which was an unfinished calligraphy piece.The young prince, clad in a white fox fur cloak, sat at his writing desk. His left hand clenched into a fist, the back of his fist lightly cover...