Chapter 39

Wu Zetian was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the book again.

She hadn't seen whether Yu Youwei had other schemes yet.

"Burn the book once Yu Youwei's identity is confirmed."

Wu Zetian thought to herself.

"Hmph! As I expected, this Yu Youwei indeed has problems."

"Actually a remnant of West Chu?"

"Two consecutive assassinations by West Chu, could it just be a coincidence?"

"Raising the surrender flag on the city walls of the king, how would the concubine in the deep palace know? Fourteen thousand people disarmed together, not one was a man."

"Good poem, good literary talent, profound artistic conception, endless aftertaste."

"This Yu Youwei, sigh, poor person of a fallen nation."

Reading this passage, Wu Zetian could not help but sigh long and hard.

A mournful poem exhausted the sorrow of the fall of West Chu.

It also made Yu Youwei's image more three-dimensional, evoking pity.

Now the question arises.

Should she continue reading?

Wu Zetian struggled again.