The Second Prince's poetry is indeed not bad. If he weren't lame, he'd be a formidable rival to the Fifth Prince. But in the barbaric lands of Liang Yue, fists do the talking, and they don't like those pretentious types!
Wei Zhao suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He delivered a bombshell of a news.
"Half a year ago, Emperor Liang Yue was diagnosed with tuberculosis."
Gu Fuju abruptly looked at him.
Tuberculosis is contagious, and one cannot live many years with it.
This is a significant issue, at least he hadn't caught even a whisper of it. It was evident that the royal family of Liang Yue kept this matter well hidden, not leaking even a shred.
Wei Zhao's big hand wrapped around the girl's hand, warming it.
