Zhao Run said lightly, and soon, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Heng bending down, stretching his head in front of him, and curiously looking at the letter in his hand.

After staring at Chu Heng for a long time, Zhao Run suddenly felt angry for no reason. He pushed Chu Heng's head away with one hand and cursed angrily: "Why do you care so much? I didn't ask you to pick up Zhou and Han Ji.

Brother Han Fei? Go quickly!"

"Your Majesty, didn't you let me see it myself?"

Chu Heng, who was over nine feet tall, scratched his hair in confusion, wondering where he had gone wrong again.

Looking at Chu Heng's leaving figure, Zhao Run snorted lightly and immediately turned his eyes to the letter in his hand again.

"You have embarked on a road of no return, General Li Mu..."

Standing at the window, Zhao Run clasped his hands behind his back and thought to himself.

He did not intend to take any countermeasures against Li Mu's actions, because he knew that as long as his country Wei won the battle, the Koreans themselves would kill Li Mu without the need for his country Wei to do anything.

"What a pity..."
Chapter completed!