At noon that day.
Lin Zhan laid out another table of good wine and dishes, inviting Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, the Eight-headed Serpent, and the leader of the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard, Old Jiu.
Seeing them arrive, Lin Zhan chuckled and said, "Two old ancestors, it's been many days since we last met. Zhan misses you dearly. Are you both well?"
Beside him, the Eight-headed Serpent whispered to the leader of the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard, "Old Jiu, see? When my old uncle smiles like this, it means he's planning to scheme against someone again. These two brats from the Liu family are definitely not escaping this time."
Old Jiu subtly nodded and said, "Brother Ba, keep your voice down. Don't let these two hear you. If they don't fall for it, we two will have to take the heat again."
The Eight-headed Serpent was startled. "Oh my, Old Jiu, you've improved! You're getting cunning."
Old Jiu nodded, a look of helplessness on his face. "Brother Ba, if I don't get cunning, I can't survive. The Marshal truly tries to kill those he schemes against, and then schemes them to death."
Lin Zhan glared at the two. "Both of you shut up. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll send you both to the death squad."
Liu Xiu and Liu Che exchanged a glance. "Well, this kid doesn't even bother to hide his schemes anymore."
Liu Che sighed and said to Lin Zhan, "Let's cut to the chase. Whatever you want, just say it quickly. I get a cold sweat down my back just being with you."
Lin Zhan was taken aback and quickly put on what he thought was a friendly smile.
However, to others, it appeared incredibly sinister.
"Two old ancestors, what is our relationship? Would I scheme against you? I swear on my character, I've only invited you two here today for a good thing."
Liu Che looked at Liu Xiu, and they both nodded in unison. Without another word, they turned to leave.
Character?
Don't be ridiculous.
Did this kid even have any?
His character, who knew how much a pound of it cost.
Lin Zhan: ???
While Lin Zhan was dazed, the Eight-headed Serpent gave Old Jiu a look.
Old Jiu nodded and quickly stopped Liu Che and Liu Xiu.
The Eight-headed Serpent leaned into Lin Zhan's ear and said, "Old Uncle, the people have been stopped."
"Also, Old Uncle, you really shouldn't talk about your character anymore. It's too…."
The Eight-headed Serpent nodded in agreement. "Exactly. It's still Old Uncle who is wise. You understand at a glance."
Old Jiu, Liu Che, and Liu Xiu exchanged shocked glances.
He tugged at the Eight-headed Serpent. "Brother Ba, have you gotten too arrogant? No matter how you slice it, Shang Jiawei is still a high-level Emperor. Aren't you afraid he'll stew you if you talk about him like this?"
The Eight-headed Serpent shook his head helplessly. "That's impossible. Everyone in Hua Xia knows I'm part of the Emperor's faction. I only listen to my Old Uncle. As long as my Old Uncle is here, no one can stew me."
"If my Old Uncle dies in the future, I'll follow his son, my big brother, and live a glorious life too."
Lin Zhan kicked the Eight-headed Serpent. "I'm still here, where am I going to die?"