Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Upon hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Ying Zheng’s face. ”Is that boy a demon? He drank so much, yet he woke up that early?”

”Great King, will you be reviewing the petitions today? Should I postpone them?” Zhao Gao asked respectfully.

”No need,” Ying Zheng said in a deep voice. ”I will continue to review them.”

”Then I shall prepare the Spirit Pill that the State Preceptor made ready for you. After taking the Spirit Pill, you will surely recover,” Zhao Gao said respectfully.

”Very well,” Ying Zheng nodded.

He then rose slowly, and a group of palace maids entered to help him change his robes. Seated once more upon the throne where he reviewed petitions, Ying Zheng picked one up but did not begin reading. A faint smile touched his lips as he seemed to recall the previous night’s drinking session with Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng... he really is an interesting person!