He had originally planned to kill Zuan afterward, and seeing his wife's appearance just now only strengthened his resolve.

"As for the problems you are worried about, it is easy to solve. You can pretend to be Qi Wang's people and contact them. Everyone in the world knows that the one who least wants Father Emperor to live forever is my dear uncle."

The King of Wu's smile turned cold. He had two biggest enemies in order to ascend the throne: the King of Qi and the Crown Prince. However, the Crown Prince was weak and incompetent, so he didn't take him seriously. What he feared most was his uncle, the virtuous king, who was praised by everyone.

Sun Buqi's eyes lit up: "Your Highness is indeed brilliant. I'll go and do it right away."

After the two left, the King of Wu, his heart burning with desire, went to find his wife, only to be refused entry at the door: "I'm tired today, Your Highness, please go back."

The King of Wu's expression shifted between light and dark. However, feeling guilty towards her today, he dared not offend her any further and had no choice but to return to his room, where he casually pulled a maid into the room.

Certain imagined scenes flashed through his mind, and he felt that he was in better shape than ever before.

A few minutes later, the maid packed her clothes and left.

He then opened the "Phoenix Nirvana Scripture" with satisfaction and began to cultivate. Having paid such a great price, he was determined to master this technique.

Soon it was completely bright. King Liang and Liu Yao had worked hard all night and didn't get up until noon.

Then they bid farewell to the King of Wu, who did not try to stop them this time, and led the people of the royal palace to see them off out of the city.

On the way, King Liang couldn't help but sigh, "My nephew's wife looked a bit pale the other day, but today she looks much more rosy and radiant. She should take better care of her health in the future."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. King Wu glanced back at Zu'an not far away, his hands clenched into fists in his sleeves, his nails digging into his flesh.

Anger from Zhao Yan: +666 +666 +666...

Seeing the string of anger points in the background, Zu An was startled, but he quickly realized that he was probably aware of Yun Yuqing's visit last night, or rather, he was the one who instructed her to come.

Ugh, there are such lousy men in the world!

Hmm, I'd better run into more of them and teach them a lesson!