However, Cao Zheng understood Sun Yuantai's intentions as well. The man was doing this only to bolster morale and provoke Zhao Cheng into anger.
The more Sun Yuantai acted this way, the more it showed how wary he was of Zhao Cheng.
For people in high positions like them, the weaker the opponent they faced, the more indifferent their response would be.
It was not that they were broad-minded. It was simply that trivial matters were not worth mentioning to them.
A simple order to kill was enough to wipe out a man's nine clans, enough to leave the people of city after city dead to the last.
Just as when a child scalded ants with boiling water, when had they ever considered the ants' joys and sorrows, life and death, partings and reunions?!
Much less waste words insulting ants.
To Cao Zheng's ears, Sun Yuantai's current remarks were clearly not improvised. He had drafted them long ago in his mind.
From the perspective of an ally, Cao Zheng could not help but admire Sun Yuantai's seasoned cunning.
Sure enough, an old man who would not die was called a thief. If this man had not resigned during the late Emperor's reign, but remained to assist the throne, perhaps the chaos of the imperial relatives would never have arisen.
When Cao Zheng was younger, he had spent some time in the Divine Capital. That Imperial Uncle Huo truly had been a formidable figure, but compared to Sun Yuantai, he still fell just a little short.
Though countless thoughts churned in his heart, Cao Zheng revealed not the slightest trace of them on his face. Instead, he shouted "Heaven's Punishment upon the Zhao traitor!" with more vigor than anyone. After all, shouting a few times would not cost him a piece