C147 It Is Impossible to Disobey the Heaven's will

"Young master, congee." An unfamiliar voice rang out, but no footsteps were heard as he walked over.

"Yes." The person sitting beside him for a long time softly responded. After a moment, his ice-cold fingers propped up his face. Warm rice soup entered his mouth with a slight bitterness. It was somewhat unpleasant to drink, but he could still endure it.

This person was not Bai Zhen