Jiao Jiuxiao picked up the wine bowl on the table, drained it in one gulp, his eyes filled with deep fatigue, "Loss and gain always go hand in hand. I've enjoyed the glory of being Emperor Jiao, but I've also had to deal with countless troubles. I've grown tired, very tired, and would like to distance myself from this clan every single day!"
"All of them are opportunists, ungrateful wretches, bootlickers!"
Jiao Jiuxiao, who seemed to have been lonely for a lifetime, finally found someone to vent to. "You have no idea. They..."
Jiao Sansheng listened quietly for a while, then suddenly interrupted him, "You've got it all wrong."
"...I'm wrong?"
Jiao Jiuxiao was taken aback, "You're the one saying that I've got it wrong? Are...are you still Jiao Sansheng?"
"Want to check out the Jiao's soul mark?"
"Then why do you say I'm wrong? You should know me best! You're practically the other side of me!"
"That's why I say you're wrong, because I was wrong too."
