"I'm fine, just mentally exhausted," Tang Fei said aloud. "A good sleep will fix it."
Navigating among various factions, to say he was treading on thin ice... was to underestimate the peril he was in.
He indeed felt weary, often experiencing a sense of collapse both physically and mentally.
Yet, he had no choice but to be fully alert, for a moment of negligence could result in a severed head.
Based on the Royal Family's habitual conduct, not only would he die, but those close to him would meet the same fate.
It wasn't the first time they had done something like this.
"Alright, then I won't disturb you any longer," Qin Shuang said.
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Watching Qin Shuang's receding figure, a nameless sorrow welled up in Tang Fei's heart.
Is a man's name a lie?
Then he slapped himself across the face, musing that without ruthlessness, a man cannot secure his status.
