Wasn't he just negotiating, discussing the merger of the two sides? How had he up and left in the blink of an eye?
Was he really that willful?
Fine, even if everyone temporarily had differences and couldn't agree, there was still room for discussion.
You took a step back, I took a step back, and they could slowly work things out. Wouldn't that settle it?
Why be so resolute, so hasty? At the slightest disagreement, he left, and every other word out of his mouth was war.
Was he a firecracker reincarnated, born solely to blow people up?
Purple Butterfly was filled with dissatisfaction, resentment, and confusion. All kinds of emotions had been brewing within him, and Meng Zhao had originally been an outlet.
But with that outlet suddenly gone, all he could do was swallow it down while facing the empty room, making him feel all the more that Lu Yang was difficult to deal with.
He looked young, yet he was an old fox.
At the same time, with no opponent before him, his mind began to cool.
He started considering the two conditions the other party had just proposed, pondering whether there was any room for concession.
If circumstances allowed, he would definitely do his utmost to bring about the final union of both sides. He could not simply turn a blind eye to such a merit.
And that was precisely why Meng Zhao had walked away halfway through the talks.
First, it would prevent the other side from immediately turning hostile, causing the two sides to fall out completely and go straight to war. That was not something he wished to see.
From beginning to end, Meng Zhao had never thought the two sides would truly fight with real blades and guns. Setting aside the dead