After laughing heartily, Zhu Juntang lowered her hands, gradually reining in her unrestrained expression as a few sentiments rose in her heart.
"Any other questions?" Liu Yuewang examined Zhu Juntang's expression. Could it be that she still had to pay some shameful price, one so embarrassing that even Zhu Juntang found it difficult to say aloud?
"Not really... Look at all these people coming and going, ignorant and lost like insects. Some toil away for a living, while others merely struggle to stay alive, yet they are still destined to suffer even more miserable fates," Zhu Juntang said with compassion for all living things.
Liu Yuewang frowned. She did not think the crowd was ignorant and lost, especially since she and Zhu Juntang were standing here with countless gazes falling on them. Those people still had the leisure to look at beautiful women, so their lives could not be all that miserable.
Zhu Juntang did not explain further. Sooner or later, she would rule the world. Having long been exposed to the influence of a violent old man and an evil, vicious mother, it was only natural that she would become a tyrant.
These mortals before her—or rather, their descendants—would all suffer under a tyrant's rule. Zhu Juntang, whose conscience had not yet been completely extinguished, naturally felt pity for them.
Liu Chang'an had also taught her that boasting about ambitions before they were realized only made one a joke, so Zhu Juntang did not intend to tell Liu Yuewang any of this.
Having successfully recruited the future elder of the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, Zhu Juntang's strength had greatly increased. She immediately felt that, in her battle of wits and courage with Daddy, she actually held a slight upper hand.
"Liu Chang'an is in that car.