Ye Zheng was stunned for a moment, then said softly: "My lord, this is—"
"Let you do it!"
"yes!"
Ye Zheng hurriedly ran down.
Nan Yan watched his figure quickly disappear under the steps outside, and then looked back at Zhu Feng. He had already walked to the front table and sat down, and she hurriedly followed.
But on the table, there was nothing.
Indeed, he is not the emperor, and no one has given him an excuse. Even if he came here, controlled the entire imperial city, and controlled everyone's lives, he could do nothing.
So, just sat quietly.
Standing behind him, Nan Yan could only hold her breath, for fear of disturbing him.
After an unknown amount of time, I heard Zhu Feng say something in a deep voice—
"It seems that even if this king wants to be a tyrant, it will not be so easy."
Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat.
She had realized a long time ago that among her words, the word "tyrant" was the most irritating to King Yan. Now, he repeated the old saying, but the faint blade in the words no longer seemed to be aimed at own up.
Instead, it is against those who refuse to go up to worship him or submit to him.
What was even more frightening was that he had just ordered the troops from outside the city to enter the city, and to close several gates of Jinling. What was he going to do
It is not so easy to be a tyrant, does he want to—
Nan Yan didn't dare to take a breath, but felt cold sweat coming out of his palms. At this moment, Zhu Feng faced the empty hall, and suddenly said, "Si Nanyan."
Nan Yan immediately stepped forward: "The servant is here."
"If you were, what would you do?"
"..."
"Why, speechless?"
"..."
"Didn't you speak eloquently and benevolently and morally that day?"
"..."
"Now tell me, what would you do if you were in this moment?"
"..."
He turned his head slowly, looked at Nan Yan's suddenly pale face, and said coldly: "If you can't answer, then you are going to be like them."
"..."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip, and after a long time, she said softly, "Slaves, are you planning to be like them?"
"..."
"Slaves are just like them."
"..."
"If I were at this moment, I would probably only be thinking about - what I did in the past, if His Highness liquidated them one by one, I'm afraid I'd die more than ten times."
"..."
"At a time like this, it's too late to save your life, so how dare you come to get close to His Highness?"
Zhu Feng frowned, and turned to look at her coldly, Nan Yan immediately lowered her head.
This woman, whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, asked her what she would do if she was in her position, but she only thought about herself, and those courtiers who were like shrinking turtles.
That's right, the lives of these people are like ants, as long as they move their fingers, they can't live, just like she is submissive in front of her now, where there is no such thing as a generous statement that night, she is just afraid of death.
Just thinking about it like this made him look at her contemptuously.
Now, he really doubted whether it was her who spoke so generously in front of him that night.
But he is no longer surprised. Hasn't he seen too much of the various ugly things people do when they want to survive
And the more this happened, the more he felt that human life was so despicable.