“Be blunt. The ambush at Blue Sand Pass, the Tartar convoy suffering assassination; was all that the Emperor setting the Golden Crow Guard into motion?”


    Fu Shen hummed in affirmation. “You guessed it,” he said flatly.


    He felt Yan Xiaohan suddenly tighten the hand that was fastened on him, so he smiled very gently. “I know what you want to say. Him dying from anger wouldn’t be an injustice, right? However, Brother Yan,” he spoke in a somewhat frustrated way, “there’s no one who’s just starting to raise their foot that’s then gotten to reach that step to this day.