Xiao Hongshen's heart sank, and he just wished that Li Chengyuan, this foolish woman, would stop talking already, but she behaved as if she lacked a brain.
She only looked around at the objects on the table and finally picked up a delicate-looking wine pot. She faced the Emperor with an obliging and ingratiating smile, "Replying to Your Majesty, the amount is roughly that of this wine pot."
The Emperor's gaze fell on the small wine pot, and even after a pot of wine, he hardly reacted.
But could it kill a hundred people in an instant if it were loaded with the Flaming Stone that Li Chengyuan mentioned?
He couldn't help narrowing his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Hongshen's face and landing on the dense cold sweat on his forehead. The Emperor turned his attention back to Li Chengyuan, "If it truly possesses the power Princess Yaochi speaks of, then pacifying the north would merely be a matter of time for Us."
