"Lu Chi?!"

He reluctantly turned around, and what he saw was not Lu Chi, but someone he could not imagine!

Zhu Zhaoyuan!

"you!"

Zhu Mingshan's eyes widened.

Zhu Zhaoyuan's expression was still so gentle, perfectly interpreting the scholar's elegant demeanor.

"How can a mere reason to injure a descendant of a saint be enough? Think about it, wouldn't it be better if he were killed?"

The tone of discussion made Zhu Mingshan almost vomit blood.

"Zhu Zhaoyuan, what do you want to do! Have you forgotten how you were promoted to the Confucian realm?"

"Of course I remember, that was your help."

Zhu Zhaoyuan said calmly, "But what? Your help is not enough! How can a mere great scholar allow me to secure my throne?"

He leaned forward slightly, looked at Zhu Mingshan who was about to die, and said seriously: "I, the king, not only want this country, but also want to be a saint in the world!"

"So, use your death to help this king, okay?"

"..."
Chapter completed!