"Kill."
When they first met, blood was dripping from the tip of his knife, and he looked coldly at Jiang Zao who bumped into him.
Jiang Zao's eyes filled with tears: "Sir, the blood is splattered on my only skirt."
Him: "..."
"Tug him out and feed the dog."
He dealt with the officials who were disrespectful to Jiang Zao, and the whole hall was silent.
She gently pulled his sleeve, her voice trembling: "Don't... Don't kill him."
He raised his eyebrows: "Softhearted?"
Jiang Zao shook his head and whispered: "He hasn't compensated me for the mental damage and the cost of the dress."
Him: "..."
"Are you so afraid of me?"
He imprisoned Jiang Zao in the corner, his breath dangerous.
Jiang Zao raised his face, his eyes wet: "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if you disagree with me, you will lose your money. The vase just now is worth a thousand taels."
He laughed out loud in anger: "How much money do I need?!"
Later, Jiang Zao's identity was exposed, and the whole court was in an uproar.
Jiang Zaona, the emperor's nephew, smiled at him in front of all the civil and military officials: "My dear, according to your seniority, do I have to kowtow to you?"
But he hugged Jiang Zao in public and was even more arrogant than him:
"Call uncle."
