"Ugh, bad luck!"
A mouthful of thick white spit flew out, landing right on the yellow-green chicken poop. King of Chu spat lowly in front of Liang Qu, not caring whether Liang Qu heard.
"Oh." Liang Qu grinned, slowly paced around the chicken poop, walked into the courtyard, and looked around, "Has the King of Chu found new affections, or is he developing second thoughts and betraying Great Qian? Joining my Dashun or Dali, it can't be Southern Frontier and Northern Court, right? Foolish."
King of Chu's eyes widened in anger: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
