Gao Jinmei's expression changed slightly, and she glared fiercely at Li Mijia, saying, "Chief Li, you must be careful with your words. How can you casually speak of such a curse that brings misfortune upon your own family? Surely you don't intend to be an ill omen?"
Li Mijia was startled and quickly covered his own mouth with his hand, mumbling a defense, "Master Gao, our family truly did not mean that. Please don't take it to heart."
Gao Jinmei did not pay any more attention to Li Mijia, but the speculation he had just made cast a shadow over her heart. She thought that she should find an appropriate moment to inform Qi Tian about this possibility raised by Li Mijia and to better prepare Qi Tian mentally in advance.
Time ticked by, second by second, and in the blink of an eye, half a day had passed. The sky gradually darkened, and the preparation work for Emperor Jianwu and the others continued in an orderly fashion.
