The ministers huddled together in fear, and no one dared to make a sound.
Mu Si patted the emperor's face and said, "Your men don't seem to want to save you. In that case, go and die."
Amidst the screams of the crowd, the emperor's neck was slit. He died with remaining grievance as he stared at Mu Si, who had promised to eliminate Ye Qingxuan for him. Never would the emperor have thought that he would be the first to die.
Mu Si hissed softly, "Don't worry, I'll definitely keep my promise. I'll get him to accompany you later, hahaha—"
All the officials in the royal court had gathered at this banquet. Wouldn't all of them be taken down by this scoundrel? Everyone looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was still drinking. They had placed their hope on the God of War.
Ye Qingxuan seemed too engrossed with his drink to notice the situation at the banquet.
His composure made Mu Si think highly of him.
