Mi Chenxuan clenched Yu's fist tightly, "You're still young, there are many things you don't understand. Two tigers cannot share one mountain—if Du Ma doesn't die, the people of Haotian will live in deep distress. Moreover, in these years, the flames of war have already spread to Xiawu. We can't just stand by and do nothing."
Yu blinked. During these years of unrest in Haotian, although she'd stayed in the base and had little contact with the outside world, her master occasionally said a thing or two to her.
"If someone absolutely has to die, then why shouldn't the one to die be the Emperor of Haotian? He's not a good person; he stole his own younger brother's woman!"
Mi Chenxuan frowned slightly, "Du Ma is brutal, reckless, and easily influenced. Do you think someone like him is suitable to be king?"
Yu was silent for a moment, then nodded vehemently, "What you're saying sort of makes sense!"
"How old are you?" Mi Chenxuan looked at her messy, doodled face and asked helplessly.
