Chapitre 154: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Four About Murder

"Ah, what you're saying is right, it's like dealing with ancient emperors. If your merit overpowers your lord, you'll be envied by everyone, and may eventually become the target of all arrows. But if you desire nothing, possessing only your skills, you'll be seen as having other schemes," Nie Qing said, dipping a chicken foot into the soup and drawing circles in his bowl as he spoke to everyone.

The people at the table nodded, not fully understanding what he meant.

Lu Guanhai gave him a sideways glance and reminded him that chicken feet taste bad when they cool down, prompting Nie Qing to continue nibbling on the half-eaten chicken foot in his hand.

The chicken foot was exceptionally tender; the Lin family's grandfather really knew how to cook. Later, when he entered the Space, he had to compliment him on his cooking; Grandfather Lin loved being praised for his skills, thought Nie Qing as he ate.