Upon hearing Zhao Mingtang's words, the old eunuch's face changed slightly, secretly crying out that things were not good.
The words he had spoken before, although the people of Riverbend Village may not have believed them, they still held onto hope in their hearts.
What if?
If by any chance Zhao Mingtang kept his word, it would be a joyous outcome for all.
But now with this promise, unless one is a fool, it's impossible to think that Zhao Mingtang could truly fulfill it.
Adding feet to a snake drawing, courting death, this Zhao Mingtang is a perfect example.
The old eunuch wanted to curse.
If you can't speak properly, don't you damn well know to keep quiet?
Saying nothing could let these people from Riverbend Village continue quarreling, and maybe even buy quite a bit of time.
Well, it's too late now; those mud-legged peasants have thoroughly realized that Zhao Mingtang was just fooling them.
