The tent was deathly silent.
Mr. Qin stared blankly at Gu Hui, unable to utter a single word even after a long silence.
This simple sentence was too much of a blow to him.
So much so that it filled him with fear.
Of course, he knew whether or not Gu Hui was speaking the truth.
When Zhao Gou decided to have him deliver the edict, everything had already been determined.
Whether Zhao Gou or his former political allies, none intended for him to return alive.
He was a discarded pawn.
A discarded pawn abandoned by everyone.
He slowly raised his head, looking at Gu Hui, who was still calmly sitting there. The eyes that once wielded power in the court now only reflected emptiness and fatigue after being seen through.
He had been silent for too long, his throat dry to the point of pain, and finally, with all his strength, he forced out a fractured sentence through gritted teeth:
"Young Master Gu... what exactly... do you want me... to do?"
