Upon hearing this, Wang Yuluan, who was standing to the side, shuddered. He sensed Wen Tai's helplessness and the overwhelming power of Wen Hu in Wen Jin.

He had no choice.

He knew that Wen Tai had no other choice.

To be precise, the Jin dynasty was indeed conquered by Wen Hu.

Wen Hu knelt down again and said in a deep voice, "I will never forget His Majesty's command and my uncle's words!"

Wen Tai then walked away from his nephew, slowly stopped in front of the dragon throne, looked up at the palace roof, and sighed, "Compared to my teacher, I have ultimately lost. My teacher... has a fine son..."

Wen Hu immediately said, "Uncle, rest assured, I will definitely tear Zhao Cheng to pieces and personally destroy the Han Kingdom!"

Wen Tai chuckled twice and then fell silent.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words. Upon hearing Wen Tai's laughter, Wen Hu understood Wen Tai's meaning.

This is not only contempt, but also a distrust reflected in past experiences.

This made Wen Hu even more irritable.

"Uncle!! Your Majesty!! If Zhao Han is not destroyed, I will commit suicide to atone for my sins!!!"

Wen Tai turned his back to Wen Hu and waved his hand gently. This slow movement seemed to indicate that he had given up.

"Go, go... go trust your imperial advisor... go trust your loyal subordinates..."

As he spoke, Wen Tai slowly walked towards the rear hall, saying, "I am old and tired, so let it end here..."

"That's fine then..."

Hearing Wen Tai's tone and seeing his visibly aged back, Wang Yuluan, who had countless things she wanted to say, ultimately kept her mouth shut.

"Can Wenhu really succeed?"

After the fall of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, was there still hope for the Wen Jin Dynasty?

"Can I... still take revenge?"