"I knew that he would rebel"
Li Ce talked by himself. Chu Qiao did not reply. She knew that at this moment he did not need any replies, and only wanted her to listen on quietly. "I waited for him many years, and I held onto the hope that he would decide not to rebel in the end."
Smiling in self-mockery, Li Ce downed a cup of wine, before looking at Chu Qiao. "Did you know? Since young, Li Luo was not as smart as me. He was inferior to me both in terms of strategic planning and military strategy. The only thing he was better at than me was poetry. He said that when he grew up, he wanted to become a scholar whose name would be recognized all over the world, and would find a scenic spot to open a school. He dreamed to pen a book about the entire West Meng Continent."