The guards outside the tent responded and entered.
At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin seemed to return to the days of golden spear and iron horse when he was full of spirit, exuding an unavoidable majesty. He ordered someone to urgently summon his most trusted commander of the Forbidden Army into the tent.
When the person arrived, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, staring straight at the other party, his tone solemn as iron:
"If the Grand Tutor's plan succeeds,"
"I order you: under the decree, execute Liu Jiwen,"
"and then... immediately take your life!"
He was willing to bear all the infamy, just as he had said in the past.
Let all the infamy fall upon this rebel!
"Don't worry—"
"Someone will take good care of your family and offspring, I have already arranged for them to be sent to Julu."
If it were someone else hearing this, they would surely be terrified, as it concerns their life and death.
But this was Zhao Kuangyin's most absolute confidant.
