C277 driving death

The pellet slipped from his throat, and Ouyang Dezheng finally relaxed. He would be able to live for another hundred years. A hundred years was more than enough time for his subjects to forget many things, and it was enough for him to once again establish his prestige among his subjects.

"Xuan Yi, you are my son that I have my eyes on. As long as you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones