Lin Su said, "You once said that the scenes in your Song of the Fallen Homeland would come to pass because of me. Now that the situation has changed drastically, have those scenes changed as well?"
"I failed to stop this butterfly of yours from flapping its wings. A tornado has already formed somewhere in a corner. Do you think the scenes foretold in the prophecy will change?"
Lin Su said, "I understand what you mean. This damned butterfly flapped its wings and caused disaster. Though I deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces, killing me now would solve nothing. So you have grown too lazy to kill me and are instead looking for another unlucky new butterfly. May I ask who this new, pitiful butterfly is?"
"His Majesty the Emperor of old, the wanderer of today."
Lin Su's wine flask had reached his lips when it suddenly stopped!
When clever people spoke, there was no need to lay everything bare. They were all old foxes who had lived a thousand years; every word and gesture was Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio...
Ji Shang had been driven from the imperial throne!
Yet he had not been executed!
Someone had rescued him!
What would Ji Shang do? If he had the ability, he would certainly launch a counterattack. Even if it plunged all of Great Cang into an apocalyptic dead end, he would still be capable of doing it. A man like him was truly self-centered. If I cannot have Great Cang's billions of li of rivers and mountains, none of you shall have it either—he could say such words, and he could do such things!
Moreover, Liu Tianyin had already seen this point. She had even said it outright...
Previously, Lin Su had been the chief culprit behind