Xie Lidong's conscience doesn't hurt at all. It didn't hurt when he deceived the little emperor into the position of imperial counselor. It didn't hurt more than when he slaughtered the landlady's money. It didn't hurt more than when he sent the squeamish young general to the battlefield. It didn't hurt when he dragged a simple scholar to the court. It didn't hurt when he exposed the innocent queen... A black heart that even the water of the Yellow River couldn't wash away was stained by the bright red color of the sedan chair the moment Li Muyu boarded the sedan chair. "Xie Lidong, won't your conscience hurt?"
Purpose: Escape from ethics and fighting
