Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and suddenly the room was silent except for the stifled breath of the one who had arrived.,Saying that, one side overturned the wooden chair, and the person naturally fell to the ground.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。