The empress waved her hand, got up, and stood in the pavilion while staring into the distance. She brooded about some matters and after a long pause said, "No matter how you treat some people, they will always have their own ideas. How then should we handle these kind of people?"
Ren Baqian's heart skipped a beat and wondered if the empress referred to him? He knew he did not have any messed-up thoughts.
It more likely referred to those people who originated from the remnant citizens of the Hao Nation.
What was the empress's intention in telling me this?
Was she trying to sound me out?
The person in front of him could crush him to death with only one hand. It was really a killer hand—not a figure of speech. Ren Baqian had to take care to not seek merit and could not afford to make any mistakes.
