As soon as the plan to surrender the city was proposed, the atmosphere became instantly tense. Zhou Pinglu changed color abruptly, stood up in a hurry, and said with a flick of his sleeve: "This matter should not be mentioned again. For generations, we have received the grace of our nation; how could I possibly betray my country?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said that; everyone would have just chalked it up to drunken nonsense and let it go. But by saying this, he seemed to push everyone to the brink of a precipice. Zhou Pinglu was considered the most outstanding of the younger generation in the Zhou Family.
If he reported this matter, they would all probably be punished. What was initially just a laughable matter had now become much more serious.
Suddenly, someone stepped forward, placing a dagger tightly against Zhou Pinglu's neck, asking, "Where do you intend to go, Mr. Zhou?"
