บท 155: Bad Tyrant

The corner of Han Moze's lips twitched, then he sat up and clasped both his hands together to turn his inner breath. Suddenly, his complexion returned to his normal handsome-self, and he didn't look the least bit sick. 

"Just as I thought! You're a resilient ice wall who can't be injured!" smiled Lian Jiuhua proudly. "Your majesty, how has my acting been for the past few days? Thanks to me, her majesty believed that your majesty only has one month to live, so don't forget to reward me!" 

Han Moze gave Lian Jiuhua the side-eye, then ordered with a resounding voice, "Investigate which clan of assassins were sent out tonight."

"Yes, your majesty," he smiled in response. Then, he turned his heels and walked out of the Dark Moon Palace.

Han Moze thought about what happened that evening and smiled.

He actually realized something was wrong when he saw that man impersonating L!