C1667 CHAPTER1667 I'LL DO IT

Sam Moreels narrowed his eyes, his expression growing increasingly peculiar.

"Since the prime minister claims this is a poem you wrote before, why not recite the second half as well?"

"The king doesn't want to see you. When the Yellow River rises, you'll head to the sea and never return. If you don't see me, I'll be so sad that my hair will turn white like snow