Yin Shixiu and Yin Shiqing locked eyes.
Two faces that weren't very similar, yet had been addressing each other as brothers for many years.
One was like a snake, greedy; the other like an eagle, astute.
The words of Yin Shixiu made everyone in the living room subconsciously hold their breath at that moment.
The human heart is truly deeper than the sea.
Irrelevant to identity, position, or title.
A self-centered person who values their own emotions, joys, sorrows, and anger above all else, someone who only thinks about their own grudges and feuds, their dignity, their influence and power...
Someone who would rather wrong the whole world than let the world wrong them.
In his eyes, what did over a hundred lives and the diplomacy between two countries count for?
Shan Munan was a man of letters, the kind who liked to pour all his passionate emotions onto paper with a pen.
This grand living room, at this moment, seemed to have become a blood-stained battlefield.
