"I placed Shen Wuxiang under house arrest?"
"I harbor wild ambitions to usurp the throne?"
"I dug up the Shen Family... my own foundation?"
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How absurd, and how laughable.
The blood on the Moon Gold Stone floor was shocking, and Shen Jianping's face was as pale as paper, his expression desolate, as if all vitality had been drained from him.
Shen Jianping coughed up blood in anger, but he dared not faint.
At the life-and-death moment for the Shen Family, even fainting was a luxury.
He had to stay alert and maintain extreme calm.
My uncle once said: In times of great crises, remain calm.
"Stay calm. Stay calm."
He told himself in his heart.
Reaching out, he took the handkerchief handed over by his secretary, wiped the bloodstains from his mouth, and tried to maintain his usual dignity and composure as he asked in a deep voice, "Is Bai Xingjian really coming to the Government Affairs Office demanding someone?"
