Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

t you'd like me to translate!At that time, a messenger in yellow clothes brought the hunter to his front door. Hearing the sound of crying from inside, the hunter came back to life.It all feels like a...ing flower branches in the garden.His movements were slow and meticulous, paying attention to every detail.A young, clean-shaven eunuch stood behind him, leaning in slightly and whispering, “The man f...