"My knowledge is limited, if anything is done wrong, even if it costs my life, it is still to repay His Highness's kindness in recognizing my worth, and also to repay the Riddler's favor in saving my clan."
The servant spat out fresh blood, and his voice began to weaken.
King Lian looked at the servant, who spoke sincerely, and sighed silently, with such reasons, what more could he say?
If his subordinates were all those who abandoned loyalty for profit, who repaid kindness with malice, then he would truly feel frightened.
In the past few years, he had heard a bit about the affairs in West Qian, but at the time, given his status, he could only hear a bit and could do nothing about it.
Could he possibly lead troops to West Qian?
Perhaps on that day, there would be multiple baskets of complaints against him at the court.
King Lian slightly lowered his eyes, calmly pondering, what does the Riddler intend to do?
What does Dadui intend to do?
