Did I ever really want Emperor Yan dead? Ah Jiu hadn't given the question much thought. Even though Emperor Yan had committed unforgivable acts against the Royal Mother, and despite Ah Jiu's anger and deep-seated resentment towards him, along with constant vigilance, the thought of wanting his life hadn't crossed his mind.
Now, upon learning that the Amethyst star has dimmed and shows signs of falling at any moment, his heart became unsettled.
Will that man die?
Ah Jiu felt breathless, walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold snowstorm blow against his face.
He took two deep breaths.
Wufu came over, closed the window, and held his hands, saying, "Don't overthink it. Just stargazing to determine someone's life or death isn't actually scientific, and there are times when mistakes are made."
"Wufu, how could that be wrong..."
