Chapter 043 Demoness

"Yes, as long as he kills me, he will live a little longer."

He Ying looked over with a heavy gaze, "Ah Yan, I've said you're smart, and I've never been wrong about anyone."

Sang Yan: "..."

It wasn't that she was smart, but that she had watched too many palace dramas and understood the patterns within.

"The late Emperor was a good brother."

She remarked.

He nodded, "Yes. He was a good brother and also a fine scholar. Idle sorrows scatter like snow, upon drinking, they melt away the soul. He and Wan Zhang were the same, consumed by their love for liquor. His drunken calligraphy carried the air of a master."

Listening to him, Sang Yan thought of Li Yu, the last Lord of the Southern Tang, and the line that later generations would use to evaluate him: "As a talent, truly peerless, poor fate to be thrust upon a king."

"Ha ha, that poetry is exquisite."