Chu Zhiyuan's sarcastic intention grew stronger at the corners of his mouth, sneering coldly: "Father lives up to being a Father indeed!"
"Cough, cough." Chu Hongming also felt that the Emperor's actions were overly utilitarian.
Clearly, it was a reward, yet the reward was such a "treasure."
Calling it a treasure, it's actually just a piece of junk, nearly decaying in the Imperial Treasury.
It's said to be passed down from ancient times, but no one knows its authenticity.
Who has truly seen treasures passed down from ancient times?
Besides, even if it's passed down from ancient times, after such a long period, it might have already decayed.
There is no eternal existence in the world, heaven and earth can decay, human bodies can decay.
All treasures have a day when they perish.
The reason why I didn't object is that I held onto a sliver of hope.
Chu Liezhao always gives people a sense of surprise, a sense of peculiar hope.
