"I believe in fate, not Buddhism." Chang Yu said calmly while looking at Liu Siqiu.
"It's a pity that Yuan believes in Buddhism and doesn't believe in me." Liu Siqiu lowered his eyes: "Shangyu, don't you understand? Now I am a sinner. Not only can the court not tolerate me, but the world cannot tolerate me. You know, I don't want to say that I don't want to implicate you, but I hope you live well. This is my last wish in this world. You... Will do it for me, right?"
This time, Sanyu didn't insist on persuading him earnestly. He only left one sentence: "Definitely, wait until I come back." Then he left with a puff of sleeves.
Liu Siqiu looked at the direction San Yu was leaving and sighed: "Oh... San Yu, why are you doing this? I, the sinner who brought trouble to Chao Gang, am not far away from death. I can no longer accompany you. I must not come back."
Just as he was sighing, Xiao Wu hurried into the study and saluted his master: "Master, the Holy One has summoned you to the palace to discuss matters."
"Well, prepare the sedan."
"Master, I saw Master Chang leaving just now, and his face seemed..."
"If he wants to go to Shang Country, let him go. Send someone to protect him. When he gets to Shang Country, try to drag him as much as possible to prevent him from coming back."
"Well, as ordered, Master. I'll do it right away."
Liu Siqiu sat in the sedan with his eyes closed. He knew that the Holy Emperor had finally used up his chess piece, and now it was time to abandon it.