Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!",Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.,The two people who were named put down their bowls and chopsticks, wiped their mouths, and then picked up their weapons and walked upstairs.。