Listening to Gao Shou's overly nostalgic tone, Han Jinyue's heart only grew colder.
Naturally, Han Jinyue knew about what Gao Shou was talking about, but it had been part of the dream's plot. In the dream, driven by that hateful feeling in her heart and Zhao Cheng's utterly unhesitating betrayal, she had exploded on the spot and torn into him without a second thought.
But the outcome had not been very pleasant.
"Come to think of it, Old Zhao actually had quite a favorable impression of you at first. It was because of that incident that he came to dislike you afterward."
"Now that we're in a different world, Old Zhao is an emperor who holds the world in his hands. Though his heart has become more broad-minded, as a friend, I should still remind you: it's best not to bring up Fan Qingmeng too often. Times have changed. Though we are Old Zhao's former classmates, we are also his subjects. Between ruler and subject, we must be more mindful."
Though Gao Shou did not know what Han Jinyue intended by mentioning Fan Qingmeng, thinking of the relationship between Han Jinyue and Fan Qingmeng, he still offered her this warning.
In fact, as Gao Shou remembered it, Zhao Cheng did not merely somewhat dislike Han Jinyue because of Fan Qingmeng—he utterly detested her.
It was only because the years had passed and time and space had changed, and because he recalled their youthful days, that Zhao Cheng did not pursue those childish, unguarded words of the past.
"He's disliked me all along?!"
Han Jinyue asked instinctively.
"Miss, you're already several decades old. You ought to have some sense of it. If you'd merely cursed Old Zhao, he definitely wouldn't have taken it to heart. But of all people to tear