Li Chenyang was not surprised by his brother's question. As much as he liked to joke about how idiotic Wenmin was, there was no denying the intelligence of Wuyi's progressive strategist.
"What will you do if it is treason?" Li Chenyang asked, his eyes hardened. He kept his tone composed and neutral, even when his heart nervously trembled.
Li Wenmin had sworn complete allegiance to the military. His loyalty was to his sword, this country, and its people.
"On what grounds will you commit treason?" Li Wenmin's voice was solemn and bleak.
Li Xueyue was surprised by his complete change of character. He was nothing like his carefree and childish self. For once, he resembled Li Chenyang's seriousness.
A cold gust of air rushed by, their clothes loudly fluttering. Despite the howling wind, nothing could beat the heavy silence that ensued.
