"That wasn't your Princess Consort? Why were you asking me?" Ye Yu waved a hand without slowing down, then left directly.
Watching Ye Yu leave, Zhou Qitian said irritably, "And you still had to ask? Haven't you seen how many people are left in the Great Yan Royal Family? If he wanted to save her, he would have done so long ago. Tofu for brains."
"But no matter what, her surname is Ye. We can't exactly butcher her, can we?" Zhou Li looked utterly miserable.
A mad Princess Consort damaged the dignity of the Great Zhou royal family.
"If you can't kill her, can't you repudiate her? Isn't Ye Fan still alive? Just dump her on him. What's wrong with sending her back to her maiden home?" Zhou Qitian shot Zhou Li a glare.
Zhou Li immediately nodded as though enlightened. He truly had never considered it; after all, few of his previous Princess Consorts had survived more than a few days.
"Right, you didn't tell him about the cultivation method you practice, did you?" As though suddenly recalling something, Zhou Qitian asked with a frown.
Zhou Li curled his lip. "Of course I didn't. He has no use for it, considering he himself is Chaos—"
The words reached his lips, but Zhou Li forcibly swallowed them back down. Some things were better left unknown to Zhou Qitian.
"Mm, find an opportunity to tell him. Given your and my current positions, the stronger Ye Yu is, the better it is for us. Though that cultivation method is somewhat wicked, he probably won't mind," Zhou Qitian said generously.
Yet Zhou Li could neither laugh nor cry inwardly.
The cultivation method he practiced was a path of wicked cultivation, one that plundered others' spirit roots and Nascent Souls to strengthen oneself.
That