Song Zhi followed the sound and, upon seeing who it was, a sense of realization flashed through his eyes. He spoke with a blank expression:
"Su Zixiao, it's you indeed.
As an imperial guard Colonel, colluding with rebels and disregarding the Su Family's century-old reputation, do you know what you are doing?"
The young man in imperial guard's golden armor rode out from behind Gu Lan, his sword-like brows and bright eyes conveying a slightly mocking smile.
"Commander, you must be mistaken. Where does our Su Family still have any century-old reputation? Besides, I'm all alone. So, rebellion it is — the Emperor might as well just execute my whole family, it's not like it hasn't happened before."
Su Zixiao's thin lips curved upward slightly. Despite speaking such carefree words, he exuded a righteous aura.
