Zhang Wuji smiled slightly: "Zhiruo, you think too much. You and I have been together for more than ten years, and there is nothing we cannot tell each other. Today I will tell you the truth. Xiaozhao is in Persia now. Although I am sure that she should not suffer too much grievance, I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. After all, she is my woman, and I am an emperor. As an emperor, I can't even protect my own woman. Recently, I have been constantly reflecting on myself. I not only feel sorry for Xiaozhao, but also feel sorry for you and you."

"Over the past few years, you have followed me to conquer the world and traveled around with me. When I think about it carefully, you have given me so much, but I have not given you anything."

"I feel sorry for you, especially you. You followed me everywhere when you were less than 20 years old. You accompanied me to fight during the day and at night, and you had to endure what I did to you. Now that I think about it, I just feel that I have been too much over the years."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo was speechless: "You evil bastard, who made you have such thoughts?"

"You feel that you have let us down, but we, but I don't think so."

"The best thing I, Zhou Zhiruo, have ever done in my life was to rely on you during the battle at Guangmingding more than ten years ago. If I had been even the slightest bit timid at that time, I might not be where I am today."

As she spoke, Zhou Zhiruo first drank a glass of wine, and then grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand: "Wuji, it's just the two of us now. I have always been a person who cares about my reputation. When you and I were together before, you were the one who took the initiative, but today, I don't want to lose face."

"How about you stay with me tonight and make me feel more at ease?"