The parchment crackled, a dry, sharp whisper in the tense silence of the room.
Wei Zhongxian—truly, one ought to "praise" him—was clamoring in a panicked frenzy, much like a damp firework. "Lies! Fabrications!" My dear, denial isn't just a river in Egypt; it was his entire kingdom.
I merely allowed a predator’s smile to bloom, knowing full well it would make him squirm.
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