Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

Wang folded the piece of paper expressionlessly and then unfolded Su Chi's.Suchi's voice was rough and unpleasant to the ear, but his handwriting was elegant and beautiful. His small script was neat...assinated Jiang Shu!"Emperor Qi had already made a very decisive reaction.Regarding "Cui Zhu stabs the Lord" and "Zhang Yong weeps at the shrine"...As for the possible next steps of those backstage fo...