Mr. Wu sighed, "After the old man left, the city lord could no longer be tough on the court. The old man knew that the city lord had ambitions to dominate. Unfortunately, the emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty changed hands. Yu Wenhao was a military general and was good at using troops. After he ascended the throne, he returned from all over the world and had power.

, Fengdu City is not enough to oppose the imperial court."

Mr. Wu had said these words no less than ten times. Yan Zhiyu was already very impatient, with a stern expression on his face, and said sullenly: "Teacher, you have become too weak. This was once our common goal."

Mr. Wu took a breath. Yes, this was his goal, but that was him when he was young and in his prime. When he entered his old age, his ideas began to change.

He still had ambition, but he was powerless. Old age and illness had destroyed his will.

He said solemnly: "City Lord, time has not waited for me. We have missed the best opportunity and the people who can help. There is one sentence that I have always wanted to ask you. If you could do it all over again, would you do it again?

Kill Leng Fengqing and the people from the Tianshu family? If the Tianshu family were still here, our hegemony would have been established long ago."

Yan Zhiyu pursed his lips tightly and slowly stretched out his hand to press the gray temples. The excessive whites of his eyes gave people a cold and violent feeling. He asked himself this question a thousand times in his heart. If it happened again, what would he do?

Kill Leng Fengqing?

He didn't want to answer this question, he didn't want to answer it, but in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

Su Rushuang can't even compare to Leng Fengqing's hair.

He wanted to vomit now when he saw Su Rushuang's face.

Hearing her screams of pain every month, he wanted to kill her so that his ears could be clean.

But he won't, because he has to explain to himself that in order to save Su Rushuang, he killed so many people from the Tianshu family and Leng Fengqing and the child in her belly. He could not kill Su Rushuang again, otherwise

, everything he does will be meaningless.

"City Lord?" Mr. Wu asked again.

Yan Zhiyu lowered his cold eyes, "No, I don't regret it, I will never regret it!"

"No regrets?" Mr. Wu murmured, "But it would be great if they didn't die."

Yan Zhiyu interrupted him rudely, "Even if they don't die, they won't help us. Don't forget that they are loyal to the imperial court."

Mr. Wu smiled sadly, "But at that time, Patriarch Leng was willing to sacrifice everything for you to make them change their stance. It will be just around the corner. It will be better than now."

Yan Zhiyu stood up, his eyes cold and violent, "No need to say anymore, you are old and confused, just keep it up, our great cause will eventually be achieved!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

Behind him, Mr. Wu's regretful and sad words came, "If you could have had any feelings for Patriarch Leng at that time, maybe the whole situation would have been different. And the child that Patriarch Leng is carrying has the blood of the Leng family.

The young master is more outstanding than today. Fengdu City is no longer what it is today. I feel most regretful for this old man. He should have been my heir apparent in Fengdu City. What a pity, what a pity."

Yan Zhiyu strode out, his mouth curled into a vortex, and his anger became even worse.

He has always only used Leng Fengqing, and cannot have any feelings for that stupid woman. She is not worth it.

Only by annihilating the Tianshu family can Fengdu City be as prosperous as it is today!

Otherwise, Fengdu City would still be a watchdog in the Northern Tang Dynasty!
Chapter completed!