"Enough nonsense!"
He Ying's voice harshly interrupted her manic raving, "Drag her out! Beat her to death with sticks!"
"Wait—"
Sang Yan stopped him, turning to Hong Zhao: "No matter what you've been through, it's no excuse for causing chaos and harming others. Hong Zhao, you are a citizen of He Country, do you realize what your actions mean to He Country? You are a traitor! Even in death, you will be cursed by others!"
"Don't school me with these cheap morals!"
Hong Zhao scoffed with disdain: "I'm not as great and selfless as you! Whoever treats me badly, I will pay them back tenfold! I, Hong Zhao, can only be let down by the world; I cannot be let down by others!"
Sang Yan: "..."
Her mentality was just like that man surnamed Cao.
She was so angered she couldn't speak.
Hong Zhao was still laughing: "He Ying, kill me! Cough, cough, cough! Along with the entire He Family! If you don't kill them, you're nothing but a spineless Emperor!"
She hated the He Family!
