"Your Highness, it's no use trying to negotiate terms with me."
Fang Qingyun slowly said, "Our Governor Mansion has little clout, and we cannot be of much help to Your Highness."
"Look at how you talk."
Cao Zhi put his feet up on a recliner, lying back with a blade of grass in his mouth, and said leisurely, "What's the use of power? In this world, the most valuable thing is great talent. As long as one has great talent, why worry about not having a kingdom and the world?"
"It seems Your Highness is a wise ruler who respects the talented."
Fang Qingyun paused: "But if it's as you said, wouldn't Your Highness lose sleep over a peerless Martial Saint on the frontier who holds a heavy military force?"
"Isn't that a narrow view?"
