Zhu Wencong stayed with Louis in Naxit's villa. Their host had cordially invited them, and it was hard to refuse.
The conditions of these nobles' houses were not much different from those of the Royal Family. The only difference was the distance of their titles.
Zhu Wencong planned to build his own temporary imperial palaces in various Western countries. It wouldn't cost much anyway, and it would be a sizeable real estate investment in the future.
The only variable was Prussia. After all, by the 20th century, the Western continent would face a catastrophe, turning all buildings into ruins.
Louis watched Zhu Wencong lying directly on the large bed. He had drunk too much red wine today, and its effects were kicking in.
With no other choice, he instructed the White maid to find the ingredients for Hangover Soup, something Louis had learned from Su Yanqiao.
"Why did you lie down so suddenly? How much did you drink?" Louis glanced at Zhu Wencong.
