not regret.

One is his wife who has been with him day and night for thirty years, and the other is his son who has respected him for more than twenty years. They died in a miserable way...but he has no regrets.

"Amitabha."

Master Wu sighed softly and stopped talking.

"Abbott, do you think I'm heartless?"

"Well...the emperor wants to hear the truth or lies."

Emperor Yongxuan's eyelids twitched, "You don't have to say anything, I already know your answer."

The enlightened master smiled, and as expected he stopped talking.

After a while.

After all, Emperor Yongxuan couldn't hold it back, "Abbott, I always thought that you were the person who could understand me best."

"No, no, no, the poor monk doesn't understand. The poor monk and the emperor are not the same kind of people."

"..."

Emperor Yongxuan was speechless. After a moment, he emphasized his tone and said, "Everything I have done is worth it."

"oh."

"..."

Emperor Yongxuan was angered by Master Wu's attitude. He glared at him coldly and changed the subject, "The explosion outside the city was caused by Su Xinger?"

"I don't know."

Master Wu shook his head and said, "There are too many masters around the princess, and the poor monk does not dare to approach her."

"It's not her, and it has nothing to do with her."

"oh."

Emperor Yongxuan's forehead was throbbing with veins. He took a breath to suppress his anger and asked the abbot another question, "Just outside the city, did Su Xing'er blow the whistle and silent whistle to mobilize the ghost guards?"

"Amitabha, the emperor already has the answer in his mind, why bother asking the poor monk."

Emperor Yongxuan's face suddenly sank.
Chapter completed!