Seeing Pei Wenfu who had already fallen into madness, Pei Tianlu merely sighed. He had not come today to debate who was right or wrong with him.
Pei Wenfu had led wolves into the house, betraying the Chiyue Dynasty; that was an established fact.
However, Pei Tianlu had done the same thing; he had no right to accuse Pei Wenfu.
At this moment, Pei Tianlu said, "Take the descendants of this branch of the Pei family and leave the Chiyue Dynasty, never to return."
Pei Wenfu, who was about to vent his anger, froze upon hearing this. He had not expected Pei Tianlu to actually let him go.
Coming back to his senses, Pei Wenfu asked in disbelief, "You're not going to kill me?"
Pei Tianlu said coldly, "It was I who chose you back then; I was blind. But after all, you carry the bloodline of the Pei family. Now get lost before I change my mind."
Pei Wenfu clenched his fists. Although he had lost the throne, at least he was still alive.
As long as he was alive, there was hope.
