Shi Chengkun arrived, arriving with blazing ambition;
Shi Chengkun left, fleeing with his Wet surname in disarray.
Lin Nianhe nestled in the quilt, listening to Su Yuncheng dryly recount just now's story, her eyes particularly bright: "This time it's even simpler, whether it's Zhang Jian or Shi Chengkun, as long as we find a bit of fault with one, the other is bound to follow and gawk."
"Hmm, I actually wanted to bluff him at that time, people in a rush tend to say things without thinking, might blurt out something, but I did not expect..." Su Yuncheng shook his head, showing a hint of disappointment.
"Didn't expect Shi Chengkun is more faint-hearted than you thought," Lin Nianhe sat up in the quilt, wrapping herself into a triangular rice dumpling with only her head poking out, "Actually, it's people like him who fear death the most. Just barely got a hold of some power and hasn't even warmed it, and now you ask him to die, of course, he's scared out of his wits."
