The pen of a scholar, a killer's mouth, is truly magnificent!
If that's how he wants to play, then let this mediocrity die by his own tongue, which would be a fitting end.
Cao De stroked his smooth chin and, seeing the Emperor's obscure and unfathomable expression, knew he was still furious.
To dragons, their inverse scales should not be touched, and now it seems that the Emperor's inverse scale is that Little Beauty.
Well, he should provoke her less from now on. Hasn't he seen how quickly that Imperial Censor died?
That Imperial Censor made a lengthy criticism, trying to pin a label on him, and when he was about to pin the label of emulating the Late Emperor's Favored Concubine—he hadn't finished speaking when the Emperor, who had been holding a jade orb in his hand, threw it at him, hitting the censor so hard that his head bled profusely.
