Li Hongyuan said with indifference, "If our ancestors have any spiritual power, they should strike down the worthless Prince of Huai and Prince of Wei with lightning."
"... they are as good as dead anyway."
Although she used to be lame and lived well, her situation was not the same as Li Jixian's.
Li Jixian lived perfectly fine for thirty years, and suddenly became lame, which was psychologically hard to accept.
As for the Prince of Wei, catching a venereal disease was equivalent to a death sentence.
From then on, nobody in the Great Sheng Dynasty could stand in the way of Li Hongyuan.
"Why are you here again?" Li Hongyuan asked without lifting his head, focusing on the portrait under his brush, detailing the woman's hair with a delicate wool brush.
"Of course, it's because I care about you."
"You came to see if I starved to death, right?"
"That's a narrow-minded thought."
"It's based on my understanding of you." He said calmly without lifting his head.