After hearing Li Qingzhao's reply, so full of devotion to her country and tinged with tragic resolve...
Jiang Che smiled faintly and rose from the rosewood chair, stretching lazily in the afternoon sunlight.
"How things will actually unfold..."
A slight smile curled Jiang Che's lips. "That remains to be seen."
"Qingzhao, you shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet."
There was a reason Jiang Che had held back all this time, watching the young emperor breathe his last and even hearing the death knell toll.
He had his own considerations, of course.
Who in this world would pledge their life to you just because you offered a little timely help and cured their cold?
Only after Emperor Zhezong of Song, Zhao Xu, was thoroughly dead, had personally walked through the gates of hell, and experienced the terror of death...
Would Jiang Che appear like an invincible god descending from heaven and forcibly snatch him back from the King of Hell!
Only then...
Could he push the overwhelming prestige of this "resurrection" to its absolute peak!
It would also make this hot-blooded young emperor truly understand the truth that life was precious.
According to historical records, Emperor Zhezong of Song had coughed up blood and died so young not only because of his weak constitution, but also, to a considerable extent, because of his unrestrained sexual indulgence.
Although Jiang Che was a humanoid teddy himself, he was a walking cheat protected by top-tier cultivation techniques.
Doing the same with a mortal constitution—what was that if not asking to die?
Hearing Jiang Che's baffling, even somewhat disrespectful remarks...
Li Qingzhao froze for a moment.
"Brother Jiang..." she asked in confusion. "What makes you say that?"
Jiang Che did not answer directly.
He quietly watched Li Qingzhao, then suddenly posed a question that struck