It was a form of oppression that came from the depths of the soul and a fear that penetrated the heart and lungs that had shaped the person he had become today.
Lying in bed, Ye Jiu was still pondering Sikong Mo's words.
He was sure there would be no backlash, this much was certain.
Leaving aside the function of the headdress, the poison from Furry Ball alone filled Ye Jiu with confidence.
Entering the space, Ye Jiu checked the rewards brought by Prince Jing today; they were mostly various kinds of jewelry and accessories, and there were also several thousand taels of silver in boxes, quite a magnificent sight.
All in all, roughly estimated, the hot spring villa given by Prince Jing was still a bit more valuable.
Ye Jiu suddenly laughed.
A father is powerful indeed, foolish and wealthy!
