"Our family underestimated His Majesty."
"Perhaps anyone who takes that position would change in the same way..."
Zhou Yi sat in the Taishi Chair, his eyelids drooping low like a fierce tiger resting on a desolate hill, exuding strands of dangerous and ferocious aura.
Previously, he never doubted Emperor Tianshun, after all, there was a blood feud for the murder of his father and son with the San Yang Sect.
Now, it seems that those in power no longer care about such enmities.
When needed, one is considered to have rendered illustrious military service, but when no longer needed, one is accused of overshadowing one's lord. Now, the Emperor needs the San Yang Sect to restrain the Eastern Depot, so he can set aside the blood feud.
The lad mustered his courage and asked, "Godfather, how shall we deal with Eunuch Wu?"
"How to deal with him?"
