"Does the King of Han still believe in the idea of reincarnation?"
Zhou Li kept his expression neutral, although his heart was already in turmoil, but he still wore a calm demeanor.
"Not at all. If reincarnation were real, that brat Zhu Yunwen would have long come to claim my soul for vengeance."
With a chuckle, the King of Han looked at Yue Fei, who clutched the Gold Medal without saying a word, and smilingly said, "Young Master Zhou, you still have an ace up your sleeve."
It was not a question, nor a rhetorical one, but a plain statement. The King of Han was telling Zhou Li, I know you have an ace up your sleeve, no need to pretend anymore.
"So do you."
Zhou Li replied unflinchingly, "What I have, you also have."
"So, you're still not prepared to give me and Qianyun a hand?"
As if he wanted to make one final attempt at persuasion, the King of Han turned his head to Zhou Li and said, "Don't you hold any grudge against the Prime Minister?"
"And what if I do?"
