Under the captivating tale carefully woven by Mingshu, Helan Lian gradually let down his guard, his eyes filling with sympathy instead.
After all, in his opinion, being loved by a tyrant was even more terrifying than being hated by one.
Perhaps it was having a common enemy that made him view Mingshu more favorably. He had met many people since he arrived here, yet Mingshu was the only one to evoke an inexplicable sense of kinship in him.
Mingshu silently breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he temporarily believed her. She rubbed her thigh secretly under the table, her eyes brimming with tears, and she rejoiced silently: good, the pinching wasn't for nothing.
Seeing her seemingly still engulfed in the sorrow and anger of succumbing to a tyrant, Helan Lian hesitated before speaking out to comfort her, his tone serious, "Don't worry, I also dislike that Dog Emperor. Next time I see him, I'll tear him to pieces to vent your anger!"
