Tong Tiehu "..."
He chuckled a few times, "You should say so."
"But now that batch of treasures is gone, without the evil aura to suppress it, wouldn't heaven take away the harmony and prosperity of this place?" Yang Wenxiao asked again.
Tong Tiehu "..."
A cold sweat broke out on his back.
The loss of the treasure was indeed his fault.
He gritted his teeth and said,"Your Majesty, I honestly don't know where the treasure has gone."
"Hmm, you hardly know anything, I noticed that," Yang Wenxiao nodded.
Tong Tiehu "..."
Every word hurt deeply.
It was hard to believe that the Emperor Emeritus is an eighty-nine-year-old man, his quick wits and sarcasm were not lost to the younger ones.
"Tell me about your childhood," said Yang Wenxiao again.
Tong Tiehu stretched his head, not aware of the focus of Yang Wenxiao's words.
The matters of his childhood, was he supposed to talk about his father?
