"Go and let Chu Xisheng come over! Let him release me; we are his kin, all part of the Western Capital Chu Family! He executes his own clan, is unrighteous and ungrateful, and still wants to be Emperor?"
"I curse you, curse Chu Zheng! May you die without a burial place eventually!"
"That dog Emperor of Jianyuan, that foolish ruler, I despise him like the plague!"
"You two bastards, why don't you just die! Go die! Go die!"
"If there's a next life, I will make sure you are sliced to pieces!"
Chu Ming listened to these voices and didn't feel irritated; instead, the corners of her lips slightly lifted, showing a sign of pleasure.
Although she bore no hatred toward these people, Chu Ming felt an inexplicable joy seeing them end up in the same predicament as herself.
Luo Yang and Xi Bitian also laughed coldly; at this moment, they felt unspeakable comfort and joy.
