On the Observation Tower, a cold wind blew in, lifting a few strands of hair under the brim of Zhao Douan's mask.
Sun Lianying was momentarily stunned, looking at "Yama Zhao," who held the ancient wooden railing lightly with both hands and overlooked the distant street. His expression was peculiar as he said, "Say that again, this old ear didn't hear it clearly."
The old eunuch's face practically had words written on it: Are you kidding me?
Who in the Capital doesn't know your temper? Not to mention this peace negotiation delegation, Zhao Douan is already secretly monitoring, controlling the situation as another force. Even without that identity, given his past conduct, he definitely wouldn't stoop to something so disgraceful.
Zhao Douan turned his head, looking quite innocent, and said seriously, "You've really misunderstood me. I'm currently not some Zhao Yan but merely acting as a small arrest office agent. How can I meddle in big things like the peace negotiation delegation?"
