Li Hao held a torch in one hand, and at his feet were wooden boxes containing gunpowder, fierce fire oil, and various other flammable materials.
The flames crackled as they burned, casting light on the deeply wrinkled face of the man who was now over sixty years old, revealing an indescribable coldness.
Just moments before, the fierce Emperor Gaozong of Qi had become dispirited upon seeing the scene; his voice softened again, "Prime Minister Li, what does this mean?
"This place is dangerous. Prime Minister Li, please come out quickly. If something were to happen to you, whom could my vast realm of Qi Dynasty rely on?"
Emperor Gaozong had noticed the odd look on Li Hao's face, but he also understood that it was time to act submissive.
First, find a way to coax Li Hao out, then discuss other matters later.
With a torch in hand and a smile that was not quite a smile, Li Hao said, "Your Majesty, there are three things I wish to tell you."
