Jingtai raised his head, and there seemed to be some sadness in his eyes.
"Alright, let's proceed with this plan!"
Sima Che took a deep breath. No matter what, he couldn't let the Great Jin's reign be in jeopardy, especially when it involved mere commoners, and at most a million of them. Compared to the countless millions in the world, it was but a drop in the ocean.
In at most a hundred years, they would naturally multiply again.
Compared to the Sima family's reign, the common people... if they die, they die.
Gu Tianqiong frowned but did not say much. He even held back Li Kuangxiu, who wanted to continue persuading, shaking his head at him.
Li Kuangxiu exhaled deeply and said no more.
"I invited the three of you here today for an exotic treasure, which is still in Shu Central. It is a treasure passed down by the family of the Saint of Painting, Wu Daozi. I hope you can escort it back to the Capital."
"Sure."
Sima Che nodded expressionlessly.
"Thank you, Granduncle."
