Qin Feiyang nodded with a smile, "Indeed, life is more important than anything."
The State Preceptor chuckled and asked, "Then honestly tell this old man, have you ever regretted those things you did?"
"What things?"
"Killing the various princes?"
"Or defying the emperor?"
"Or, going against me?"
Qin Feiyang retorted.
The State Preceptor smiled faintly, "Do I need to explain? You should be well aware."
Qin Feiyang sighed lightly, "I'm not good at guessing riddles."
The State Preceptor shook his head, laughing.
The two sat on the square like old friends, drinking tea and chatting, without a trace of tension.
Inside the private room.
The old man in linen gazed at Qin Feiyang from afar, his old face full of admiration, and suddenly said, "Zheng."
"What?"
Luk Zheng turned his head suspiciously towards the old man in linen.
The old man in linen asked, "If it were you, in such a desperate situation, could you be so calm?"
Luk Zheng fell silent.
Honestly, he couldn't do it.
