Qin Emperor's words were as gentle as the breeze, lingering in the Qin Yang Palace.
However, to the Old Eunuch's ears, it was like thunderclap exploding, carrying an imposing air.
Dead!?
That was the East Sea Marquis, who had made outstanding contributions during his time, and was personally nurtured by His Majesty as an important minister.
Such a person, dying in the Thousand God Temple, only earns such a casual remark!?
The Old Eunuch felt a little frightened, as he thought that the Qin Emperor would be furious.
"Since ancient times, those who betray their masters for glory have never had a good ending. The pen of historians is no less powerful than a knife," said the Qin Emperor again, his tone remaining calm and emotionless.
"It's good that he's dead."