"By the way, My Emperor, Sun Chongyang sounds familiar. Who exactly is he? That old bastard Sun Zhijing really knows how to dress himself up. I like him, though. If we can take him down later, how about handing him over to Zhao Yu for interrogation?" Zhao Yu stood beside me, holding the blood-soaked ancient sword, and asked me.
"Leave that old man alone. He's the father of an acquaintance. As for the rest, do whatever you want. What do you think of that old bastard Zhang Dongliang?" Damn it, Zhao Yu really was absentminded. He had completely forgotten about his own mess with Sun Chongyang. He had probably spent too long wandering among the flowers and could no longer remember which roses or azaleas he had picked. Well, that was fine. Ruan Mei was here, so I couldn't expose the matter. Otherwise, the two of them would definitely have fought to the death on the spot.
"This... My Emperor, why does it sound like Zhao Yu is being indiscriminate in his choice of prey?" Zhao Yu took off his sunglasses and stared at Zhang Dongliang for quite a while, but failed to develop any interest in him.
"Enough. Kill those who should be killed, spare those who should be spared. Don't kill the few unrelated ones. As for the rest, leave none alive!" I rolled my eyes at Zhao Yu, then turned back to look at the two Madam Wangs.
Madam Qi looked at me coldly, while Madam Gao was already glaring at me, as if waiting to see how I would explain myself.
I walked over and lowered my voice. "Madam Qi, Madam Gao, I did obtain the box, but for a moment, I didn't know whether it was genuine. I strongly suspect the real one is still