Had he gone mad?
Chen Yi had not, of course, gone mad.
But that didn't stop him from pretending for a moment.
"So, the great 'Sword Madman' plans to go back on his word?"
Liu Lang opened his mouth, but only after a long moment could he force a bitter smile. "Boss, you've truly given me a difficult task."
"Burning the Three Towns—no, even just burning one town's summer grain—is a task with no chance of survival."
"The Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion's fury would be a given, but even the Holy Emperor and the entire Imperial Court would be shaken. When that time comes, the worst I face is death, but you, my lord…"
Liu Lang looked at Chen Yi's calm expression and hesitated. "You would have no way to escape involvement either."
"Scared?"
"This—it's not a matter of being scared or not…"
"Mm, it's not a bad thing to admit you're a coward."
"…"
Liu Lang finally understood. The young Medical Saint Hand before him was dead set on burning the Three Towns' summer grain.
