That Late “Dear”
Editor: Noodletown Translations
(Disclaimer: The following chapter may contain a bit of the nation feud from the past, let's look past the author's patriotism and enjoy the story instead.)
Then, the guards immediately pulled out their guns and aimed at Xu Cheng.
When Xu Cheng saw this scene, he bitterly laughed. Then, turning around his face that was covered in blood, he looked at the Queen that was standing at the door of the palace. "Now I finally understand. Just like your subordinates, this so-called character of an aristocrat and noble is just a bunch of bs. But then again, you are already old as f0ck, so it's normal for you to forget what you just said. Let me tell you, I've waited for this day for five years now, and I've proven myself today. I'm here to tell you guys, I was discriminated against, insulted, and looked down upon, and I came back to take everything I lost today. If you want me to die, then you can ask my fists if they agree!"