'This fool. To think he's still so clueless about his own predicament.'
Yu Jiuqing's gaze, like a blade of ice, swept over him. Zhao Liulang, caught off guard by such a look, trembled uncontrollably, feeling as if his very insides were frozen solid.
"The only reason I'm still speaking to you calmly is because I don't want to frighten my wife and son."
His face as grim as Hell Yama, Yu Jiuqing enunciated each word. "If you want to live a few more days, you will shut your mouth. The Imperial Censorate?"
Yu Jiuqing's lips curled in a sneer. Though he had a face of bewitching beauty, at this moment, it looked more sinister and terrifying than an Evil Ghost's. "The impeachment memorials they've submitted against me over the years probably outnumber the meals you've eaten."
A childish threat like this wasn't even worth his notice.
Zhao Liulang's eyes widened in disbelief.
Only now did he finally understand why this man was so despised, and yet so envied!
