"I'll be frank with you, I genuinely admire you. If this were the past, I wouldn't mind supporting you, at least enough to help you establish yourself as a military leader in this northern region."
"And now?"
"Now, it would just be throwing money into the river. Tell me, aren't these ribs delicious?"
Zheng Fan began to process this information.
The Sixth Prince reached out, gently brushed the orange residue from Zheng Fan's shoulder, and said, "I roughly understand what you're thinking. But this North, don't be fooled by its current chaotic mix of various factions with their forts and military leaders—there's truly no future here.
If you want to make a name for yourself, I have a suggestion: head south."
"Your Highness, do you mean for this humble servant to defect to the Qian State?"
The Sixth Prince was speechless. "..."
"Is that not it?"
"Oh, brother..."
"My..."
"Stop!"
