Qi Shaosheng pulled his hand out with an ugly expression and said in a low voice, "The world belongs to the Emperor. If he really hates us, it's useless no matter where we hide. Mother, I think we should think of a way to appease his anger instead."
A mother knew her son best. Madam Wu stared at his face for a while before slowly sitting up straight and saying, "He indeed let me experience the greatest pain in the world."
Since the hatred of killing his mother was irreconcilable, the only way for him to vent his anger was if she died. What was the difference between her son saying this and asking her to die?
Qi Shaosheng's face burned. He stood up and said, "Mother, I've been here with Third Brother long enough. We'll come and visit you next time."
Qi Shaosheng dragged his dazed brother out.
Returning to their hometown was indeed a solution, but would he still be a marquis then?
