Huahua: [But this fellow was born rebellious. Some of his father's former officers found him and wanted to support him in a rebellion. He smacked them silly with two resounding slaps and said his own father deserved to die, and the Late Emperor was absolutely brilliant.]
Everyone silently exchanged glances.
His own father had been killed, and he applauded it? He was either a fool or putting on an act.
Jiang Shuyue took a wild guess: [Was his father like mine? Another scumbag?]
Huahua: [He was far worse than a scumbag. His mother originally had a happy little family, but the Prince of Dongling took a fancy to her and forcibly seized her, destroying her husband's family. After forcing her to bear him a child, he let his principal wife kill her baby. Before this boy turned six, he was either enduring the cold and hunger or watching others bully his mother. Before the Prince of Dongling rebelled, his mother was driven to her death.]
[He was seven that year. While the two armies were fighting, he grabbed a handful of rat poison and poisoned several of the Prince of Dongling's wives and concubines, along with one of his generals, indirectly causing his defeat.]
Jiang Shuyue: [There's no worst scumbag, only worse ones. Compared with the Prince of Dongling, Jiang An actually had some morals.]
Huahua: [I think if he had the Prince of Dongling's power, he wouldn't necessarily be any better. At least the Prince of Dongling didn't personally kill his own children. Jiang An wanted all of you dead.]
Jiang Shuyue: [You see things clearly. Jiang An is the king of scumbags. Nobody can compare.]
Huahua: [Right now, the waiter is figuring out how to kill that bunch without anyone noticing. He got loads of rat poison from