Zhuang Gaoxian looked at the young man prostrate before His Majesty with great interest, but it wasn't the display of loyalty that moved him.
Words like these, if not ten thousand times, he had heard at least a thousand times—truly nothing surprising.
He subconsciously compared Zhu Weiwo to the young man before him, and in comparison to that ever-proud genius who always stood tall and straight-backed, it was the willingness of this young, handsome man to crawl on the ground that gave him a sense of superiority fit for a ruler and allowed him to savor the pleasure of power.
He had always thought that he could tolerate the personality of any genius, including the too fierce pride of Zhu Weiwo.
But it wasn't until now that he discovered the pride he could tolerate was only that which remained within his grasp.
When Zhu Weiwo chose to betray the country, such pride became particularly abhorrent.
"Control" was what he had always cared about most.
