In the eyes of the Empress Dowager, only the chess pieces that are useful to her will receive her favor.
"What do you want to do?"
"What I want to do, why don't you guess, Empress Dowager."
Luo Shunchen's smile was enigmatic, his handsome face was smiling, but there was no actual amusement in his eyes, more like a killing intent.
That feeling could send shivers down one's spine.
Even Wu Qing, who stood behind Luo Shunchen, felt like he was in the icy cold of December.
The Empress Dowager maintained her composure, "You wouldn't want to kill me here, would you? Don't you want the throne? Is it worth it to jeopardize your future by killing this old woman?"
"What a joke! When did I ever say I wanted to be Emperor? Old hag, don't project your filthy thoughts onto others. If you're not embarrassed, I'm embarrassed for you!"
Luo Shunchen stepped forward, his Sky-Cleaving Sword appeared in his hand.
