"Kill her."
When they first meet, blood drips from the tip of his blade as he looks down coldly at Jiang Zao, who has bumped into him.
Jiang Zao's eyes brim with tears. "Sir, you splashed blood on my only dress."
He: "…"
"Drag her out and feed her to the dogs."
He deals with the official who disrespected Jiang Zao, and the entire hall falls silent.
She gently tugs at his sleeve, her voice trembling. "Don't… don't kill him."
He raises an eyebrow. "Feeling softhearted?"
Jiang Zao shakes her head and whispers, "He hasn't paid me compensation for emotional distress or the cost of my dress."
He: "…"
"Are you really that afraid of me?"
He traps Jiang Zao in a corner, his presence dangerous.
Jiang Zao lifts her face, her eyes dewy. "I am… I'm afraid you'll casually throw money around again. That vase just now was worth a thousand taels."
He laughs in exasperation. "Do you think I'm short of money?"
Later, Jiang Zao's identity is exposed, shocking the entire court.
In front of all the civil and military officials, Jiang Zao's nephew, the emperor, smiles at him and says, "My dear subject, given our seniority, should I kneel and kowtow to you?"
But instead, he pulls Jiang Zao into his arms in front of everyone, even more brazen than the emperor.
"Call me Uncle!"
