"Did you hear that I was about to die and came specially to send me off?" Xia Houzhe looked at Chu Ze, who was pale and wrapped in a thick cloak, with a self-mocking smile. "Or did you come specifically to pave my way?"
Chu Ze tucked his hands into his warm sleeves, looking at him coldly, without saying a word.
The person before him had a wax-yellow complexion, like a wilting flower, about to fall yet truly close to fading.
Indeed, his elder brother was someone who held grudges zealously.
"In this game, you and I are both losers, but it's your emperor brother who's been fulfilled. I underestimated the ties of blood; you ultimately hold some goodwill for the Royal Family of Chu. But does your good emperor brother feel the same towards you?"
Chu Ze sneered, "Aren't blood ties the same for you? Do you not hold some goodwill for Xia Yu?"
If not, he would have long taken possession of that little sister with whom he shared a sliver of bloodline.
Ethics?
