Although that said, at that point of time perhaps even the then King of Yan Bei had not expected such drastic reactions from the empire, that perhaps he had not realized his mistake up till his death.
Sighing ever so lightly, Chu Qiao's gentle voice gradually faded into the distance. What she did not know, however, was how her whimsical speech just now had forever changed the lives of some people. Sometimes, her existence was like a farmer who had casually laid down some seeds, and these seeds remain under a layer of snow, quietly waiting for spring to come when the snow melts and it could sprout.
"Qiaoqiao," Li Ce turned to her, slightly frowning, as though he was in deep thought, and asked, "can you please tell me, why do you seem so confident in that outcome? You are different from those brainwashed Da Tong guild members. What made you think that way? Is it because of…Yan Xun?"