Hearing him repeatedly say how despicable Yuwen Sheng was, Zheng Quchi was not interested in his remarks at all: "No matter what kind of person he was, he died because of you. If I hadn't spoken up back then, he would have only lost an arm at most, instead of losing his life."
"His death was inevitable. Over the years, he has made enemies of six states with his weak nation's ambition to become strong. Everyone sees him as a thorn in their side. He acts against the tide and uses any means necessary. Didn't you also fear and avoid him before, wanting to get rid of him and escape from him?"
“I know that those who kill will be killed in return, and I also know that dying on the battlefield is the fate of most generals, but you shouldn’t be the one who kills,” Zheng Quchi said angrily.
"Just because he spared me once for your sake, do you feel guilty and remorseful about this?" Gongshu Jiruo asked her.
“You say Yuwen Sheng has impure intentions and acts with ulterior motives, but you’ve also misjudged someone else, and that’s me.” Zheng Quchi met his gaze and said in a more serious tone, “I’m not that kind, nor am I that innocent. Saving people was just what I thought was the best solution at the time. It wasn’t because I couldn’t stand killing, and it wasn’t for you. People’s hearts are complicated. What I’m bothered by isn’t a momentary act of kindness, but the malice of people who have lost their way.”
If good intentions breed malice, then it becomes aiding and abetting evil; if good intentions bring disaster, then it is repaying kindness with ingratitude.
When it comes to Zheng Quchi's speech, when he's in a good mood, it can be as gentle as a soft breeze, warming people invisibly. But when he wants to hurt someone, it's like a chilling wind that seeps into the bone marrow, like a fine, long-lasting cut, leaving a lingering, bone-deep pain.
Upon hearing this, Gongshu Jiruo felt a splitting headache. His calm, pale face showed little emotion, but his empty eyes held a chilling coldness that stung uncontrollably.
"Zheng Quchi, do you really have to do this?"
“The moment you decided to conspire with Mo Ye to murder my husband, there was no room for sentimentality between us,” Zheng Quchi said.
Upon hearing this, Gongshu Jiruo's face turned deathly pale.
He stared at Zheng Quchi. As the thin, brittle ice surface shattered and cracked, a monstrous beast opened its eyes beneath the unfathomable depths of the lake, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on its lips: "Chizi, do you intend to be my enemy?"
Gongshu Jiruo's aura has completely changed. The true face of the proud son of heaven, the revered and respected Gongshu family of Beiyuan Kingdom, is now revealed without any attempt to conceal it.
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