"What do you know?" Zhi Ye clenched his fists, his face dark and resentful. "Speaking of heinous crimes, how much cleaner is that Dog Emperor than me? For the throne, he's the kind of man who would slaughter his own brothers."
"So you think it's perfectly natural to turn your blade on the common folk?" Lu Zhan's tone was glacial. "For your own selfish desires, you let your men rob and kill people on passing ships to amass wealth. Your actions are even more detestable!"
Zhi Ye frowned but said nothing.
Lu Zhan said coldly, "You have no regard for the lives of the people. Even if you won the empire, it would be no blessing to them! I don't care what personal grudge you have with the Emperor, but harming the people makes you a criminal! And you must face justice!"
Upon hearing this, Zhi Ye laughed wildly a few times, his once-handsome face twisting into an ugly sneer. "Easy for you to say! If you were in my position, you might do something even crazier."
