Inside the Golden Chime Hall, Zhang Lanhe was confronting Xie Wangqiu.
The Imperial Preceptor, Zhang Lanhe, had the otherworldly air of an immortal beneath the radiant moon. His Snake Pupils fixed on Xie Wangqiu, and his gentle words gouged out the man's heart like the gentlest of knives.
"How could I watch you live well in peace? I've dreamed of this moment."
Zhang Lanhe had suffered endless torment in the boundless darkness. How could he bear to see his enemies living free and happy?
You made my life miserable, so why would I let you live as you please? You took the throne without heaven's mandate. Surely you have to pay something for it?
The curse Zhang Lanhe had left out of hatred while he was suppressed had taken effect. They had tormented one another for centuries.
You used me, yet you had no choice but to suffer my torment.
"We let you hold the prestigious position of Imperial Preceptor for so long. How can you do this to Great Xia?" Xie Wangqiu could not understand what Zhang Lanhe was thinking. "Beauties, status, power-you have everything you could want. What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"
Zhang Lanhe possessed things others could never hope to attain in their lifetimes. Even his imperial father feared him, and he had become the court's true decision-maker, yet he was never satisfied.
Insatiable!
"How laughable. None of this was what I wanted. It only came about because you forced it on me." Zhang Lanhe thought nothing of those things. "They're merely the shackles you used to imprison me."
They had restrained his steps from roaming the rivers and mountains, and imprisoned his true self as well.
Everyone in the world envied and resented him for having so much. Only Xie Huizhou had seen what he