The Prime Minister once used the words 'fame and fortune' to tear the Jianghu of the Ning Dynasty into a turbulent mess. Some people became hawks and dogs of the court, some betrayed each other, some broke their promises.
The words 'fame and fortune' are like knives, cutting through the Jianghu like a hot knife through butter, slashing nine parts of heroism in the world. But now, these words suddenly don't work on Chen Ji.
Inside the Jiefan Building.
Wu Xiu's knuckles of the index and middle finger curled up, tapping on the dossier, making a dull sound. The autumn sun outside was just right, casting his shadow long, on the empty Taishi Chair.
He looked back at that Taishi Chair behind the desk, muttering to himself, "No wonder you went to such great lengths."
The Director of the Imperial Eunuch Office cautiously observed Wu Xiu's expression, pondering how to speak: "Lord Prime Minister, what did you say?"
A call of "Prime Minister" pulled Wu Xiu back from his thoughts.
