"Daoist Tianwu, no need to be nervous."
Zhao Rui wore a gentle smile: "I bear no hostility towards you, at least, not for now."
"You want me to withdraw my troops?"
Chen Sansi guessed the other party's intentions based on their relationship: "You might as well strike directly. If you manage to kill me, the Great Han will naturally fall into chaos."
"You truly are a clever person, but not entirely correct."
Zhao Rui spoke calmly: "I am not asking for you to withdraw, but rather to join forces."
"Join forces?"
Chen Sansi looked into his eyes, expressing his confusion.
"Daoist Tianwu."
Zhao Rui, hands behind his back, gazed at the distant sunset: "Don't you think we are very similar?"
"Similar?"
Unable to escape, Chen Sansi decided to converse calmly: "Similar because we are both monarchs?"
"No."
Zhao Rui shook his head: "I mean ambition."
