"Only at this point would Zhao Cheng lose his mind and try to save Park Moo-di, because there was still hope."

"As for Zhao Cheng's plan to rescue people at Mujing Bay, let alone asking the Emperor for help, he probably wouldn't dare to say much even to the Eldest Princess. After all, whether Mujing Bay belongs to Zhao Cheng is just speculation to the Emperor, and there's still a layer of secrecy between them. This layer of secrecy is very important, and Zhao Cheng wouldn't dare to break it easily."

"Therefore, the only people Zhao Cheng can rely on are Zhao Yan, Zhao Wu, and the thirty soldiers of the Right Prime Minister's Office."

Wen Hu clapped his hands and shouted sternly, "Zhao Cheng must die!"

"No." Wen Tai shook his head slightly, put his hands behind his back, walked to the door, and said, "Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yan must both die."

"Uncle is right!" Wen Hu clenched his fist, feeling a surge of exhilaration he hadn't felt in a long time, and said, "My blade thirsts for the blood of those two brothers!"

Wen Tai, with his back to Wen Hu, said, "Hu'er, since Yang Taozhi isn't here, you shouldn't go this time."

"uncle?"

"After all, we are in Changsui City, so we need to leave ourselves a way out. Since you promised the emperor that you would be a loyal subject and his sword, then unless he asks you to draw your sword, you should not draw it."

Yu Changsi walked to Wen Hu's side and said, "Lord Sha, the Left Prime Minister is right, this is the big picture."

Wen Hu let out a long sigh and said, "Alright, as long as Zhao Cheng is dead! Luo Ying, don't let me down!"

Luo Ying crossed her arms and sneered, "I'll bring back some of his blood for your knife."

"Haha, I want Zhao Yan's too!"

Wen Tai slowly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then opened them to look at the night sky, saying, "Teacher, don't blame me for being heartless. Now that you've lost two sons, let me be the one to see you off in your final days!"