Nangong Yan had lived for half her life and had seen countless people. She thought that she had a sharp eye for people, but she had fallen into Yan Jiuchao's hands time and time again.
How could there be such a man in the world?
He was heartless, but he was willing to accept his father, who had abandoned him for more than ten years.
To say that he had a conscience, he killed his half-brother without even blinking.
Nangong Yan recalled the evaluation of Yan Jiuchao when the envoys who had gone to the Great Zhou returned to the country. Without exception, their evaluation was one word——lunatic.
This man was indeed a lunatic, but he was much more terrifying than a lunatic.
He had the guts of a lunatic to be fearless, and he also had the arrogance of a lunatic. However, a lunatic did not have a brain, but he did. Every step he took seemed casual, but he was actually walking on his opponent's Achilles heel.
