"Amitabha." Seeing Jia Sidao take his own life, the Wine-Drinking Monk pressed his palms together. This matter had finally come to an end, but why was the outcome so bleak? Jia Sidao had certainly been utterly defeated, but had their side truly won?
Though he had preserved his life with a secret technique, his injuries were too severe. He likely had no hope of ever recovering his former realm, and Huang Shang was even more gravely injured.
"Dog thief, letting you die like this is too merciful!" Zhao Gou ground his teeth in hatred. If not for that man, he would not have been forced into such a risky move. He would still be leisurely ruling as emperor in Lin'an City, instead of becoming a cripple like this, taking in less breath than he let out. He silently swore that once he returned to the capital, he would grind Jia Sidao's bones to dust and wipe out the Jia family to the ninth degree.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, remained silent. Jia Sidao's suicide was partly to avoid suffering humiliation at others' hands, but also for the future of Jia Mansion.
Jia Sidao knew he was bound to die. But if he died at Song Qingshu's hands, word would spread, and the Jia family and Song Qingshu would become locked in an irreconcilable blood feud. That would only harm the Jia family's clansmen. By taking his own life, they would have no need to think of avenging him, and Song Qingshu would not have to worry that they might do so and decide to eradicate them completely.
"As expected of a great tyrant of his generation." Song Qingshu could not help feeling a trace of admiration. Even driven into such desperate straits, Jia Sidao had arranged his affairs so