The Emperor asked in return, "What do you think?"
Zhao Yao stared at the Emperor, noticing his calm expression, as if entirely unsurprised, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Stinky old man, did you know all along?"
The Emperor smiled mysteriously and then lowered his head to eat.
Seeing the Emperor's demeanor, Zhao Yao realized he had guessed correctly.
"You know the Eighth Brother poisoned you, so why haven't you ordered to capture him?"
"He is still useful."
The Emperor's tone was very calm, but Zhao Yao felt that beneath the calm there was a great surge.
"What are you using the Eighth Brother for, father?"
The Emperor playfully replied, "Guess."
"I'm not guessing." Zhao Yao almost couldn't help but utter profanity, thinking, what's the point of guessing?
"You'll know in time."
"Old man, did you know about the Eighth Brother's dealings with the Southern Wei people all along?"
