Mu Xuehuang was utterly baffled by his words. "Then how should we have met?"
Ning Que did not answer. Only a barely perceptible sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.
How should they have met?
He should have knelt like a prisoner, drenched in blood and covered in wounds, before the lofty Empress in her crimson phoenix robes.
He should have demanded to know why she had sent his wife away into a forced political marriage.
Why had she forced the fate of an entire dynasty onto one common woman?
Yet all those questions had come to an abrupt end before he could even set foot inside the Empress Palace.
What followed was the story Ning Que had lived through-arrested as a rebel and sentenced to die the next day;
Yin Jiuyou of Flowing Sand had stormed the Execution Ground single-handedly and taken him away.
And so his ambition to destroy the Great Li Dynasty had been born.
"In any case, none of that matters anymore. Fortune turns like a wheel. Back then, I was the prisoner. Now... it's your turn."
Ning Que's gaze settled on Mu Xuehuang, a faint chill touching the corner of his mouth. "You make a fine hostage for Flowing Sand. I won't kill you, because you're going to watch Great Li's realm fall to ruin at your own hands."
Boom...
He would not rest until his words struck like thunder!
The moment he said that, Mu Xuehuang's pupils contracted, and she sprang to her feet in agitation.
A dim sense had crept over her that her entire line of reasoning had been wrong.
Before, she had thought that changing the course of Ning Yuanzhou's life would be enough to reverse this outcome.
Yet Ning Que had spoken so casually just now, as though