In his smile, there were traces of helplessness, sarcasm, and ... sadness.
"That's it?" Chu Mo glanced at the eunuch who delivered the order, asking softly.
Third Prince Xia Hao was likewise left speechless by the contents of the imperial edict. Hearing Chu Mo's tone, he couldn't help letting out a cold chuckle, saying, "Confering you the title of King of Chu, granting you eighteen amnesty tokens that can be passed down through generations… Even we, the sons of the emperor, cannot get such rewards. What more do you want?"
Xia Hao's words were somewhat heart-wrenching. Chu Mo hadn't expressed dissatisfaction, although everyone else could tell he was upset, he hadn't openly voiced it out, had he?
Off to the side, Fan Wudi's gaze was icy. His entire life he'd been a straightforward man, never one to hide his feelings. But that doesn't mean he doesn't understand the ways of the world. If he didn't, how could he have climbed from being a foot soldier to a general?
