The servants scurried back and forth, bustling about preparing dinner. In contrast to the activity downstairs, the third floor was relatively quiet.,"My little prince, your uncle Di Xin has long kicked the bucket. After his death, people called him King Shang Zhou. The wine pools and forests of plum trees have long been filled in. This toilet, no matter how beautiful it looks, is still a chamber pot, catching only feces and urine!",The child nodded vaguely, their sparkling eyes holding a kaleidoscope of colors within. Every blink was dazzling.。