Zhu Gaoxu looked at Zhou Li, fear and anger emerging in his eyes.
"What are they trying to do?"
Clenching his teeth, Zhu Gaoxu enunciated every word, "I told them I could die in front of a crowd, I could even die in the Capital City to atone for my crimes. They all agreed, so why, why do they still need to harm Qianyun?!"
"You did too much and yet too little."
Zhou Li sat aside, disregardful of the Prince of Han's murderous gaze, picked up the teacup, took a light sip, and then said, "You did too many things where good and evil are hard to distinguish, yet you left too little room for retreat. Now, someone has you by the throat, you no longer have any leverage to negotiate with them. Do you think your promises mean anything?"
"If you don't agree, do you think they can't kill you?"
The Prince of Han clenched his fists so tightly that a trickle of blood seeped from the center of his palm.
