Prince Qiao and the ruthless female general who doesn't talk much have everything they need in terms of intrigue, love... She is his family, and he is her wish. -"My brother understands what the emperor said. Then the emperor..." Wei Jue waited for Wei Yue's last words. Wei Yue approached Wei Jue, looked down at Wei Jue, and said in a low and calm voice: "Then you are not you, or she is not her." After saying this, Wei Yue walked away to look at Wei Jue. Wei Jue also looked at him. The Emperor of Jia Kingdom should hope that Situ Xia is not Situ Xia, and Wei Yue must hope that Wei Jue is not Wei Jue. Wei Jue smiled and gave him a choice: "Excuse me, brother Huang, why am I not me?" Wei Jue saw that he was already prepared, at least mentally prepared. Wei Yue sneered in her heart: Everyone has been prepared, it just depends on who speaks first. Wei Jue could afford to wait, but he couldn't afford to wait. If you drag it on, there will be endless trouble! Wei Yue was not affected by Wei Jue and spoke calmly: "In other words, you are not the King of Jinyang or Wei Jue, you are just me. You left Kangping to live outside and went far away. From now on, you have nothing to do with the Daqi royal family. I will give you enough silver to ensure that you two will be rich in food and clothing for the rest of your lives." Wei Jue nodded, "What about King Jinyang?" "King Jinyang passed away due to excessive worry due to the death of his late emperor." Wei Yue turned to the window again and looked into the dark night. "Boom -" there was a spring thunder outside the window.
Concept: soft spot in a Machiavellian war