"Your Highness, there is only so much I can do. I'll arrange for you to take a bath, and then have someone escort you back," Lin Miao said.
Feeling light and filled with a surging power within, Zhao Yuanze felt more at ease than ever, as if regaining the vitality of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.
And truly, Zhao Yuanze's body had been mistreated by himself; a man in his thirties with the body of a sixty-year-old, but after this treatment, his body was rejuvenated to that of about forty.
For him, this was indeed a feeling of rebirth.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin. From now on, you are like a brother to me. As long as I am here, I assure you of great fortune," Zhao Yuanze promised excitedly.
"Thank you, Your Highness, but please refrain from saying such things in front of others, lest they overthink," Lin Miao quickly responded.
