"This palace is not here to die, but to send you on your way to the Western Paradise."
Luo Shunchen glanced at the elderly man, "Yao Yi, are you really content to die for a woman who isn't worth your sacrifice, leading your brothers to sell their lives for her? What she can give you is nothing more than a love that's buried underground. Do you really relish this?"
"You actually know my name?"
Yao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, it had been many years since he had shown himself in public.
Yet this Seventh Prince, who was clearly much younger than him, called out his name in one shot.
"Knowing it isn't surprising! If you don't want people to know what you've done, then don't do it at all."
Luo Shunchen spoke indifferently, and the middle-aged man beside Yao Yi interrupted, "Boss, why waste words with him, with his arrogant demeanor! Our brothers can chop him into pieces!"
"Chop into pieces? That's a good idea!"
