As the wind blew into the room, a piece of yellow paper was scattered on the ground. It was the paper in which emperors wrote their imperial decrees. Chu Qiao walked into the palace, stepping over that piece of paper. She looked at the shadow hiding behind the curtains calmly, saying in a heavy tone, "I'm here to take your life."
Zhan Ziyu laughed and replied in a calm voice, "I didn't expect it to be you."
"I never thought that our next meeting would be like this. You were a fallen man back then. To get to where you were in five years, it must have not been easy."
Chu Qiao continued calmly with an expressionless look.
Zhan Ziyu laughed again and retorted, "Are you trying to console me? It's not bad either. It's not easy to get praised by the famous General of Xiuli either."
Chu Qiao maintained her calm demeanor and asked, "Do you have any last wishes?"