The main hall of the Zhang Family was quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound from the silver silk charcoal in the brazier.
Prince Fu sat across from Chen Ji, slowly rubbing the rim of his cup with his thumb. Neither of them hurried to speak.
What does the Crown Prince care about most?
Power.
It's obvious what Prince Fu wants to seize, but this is not something a Vassal Prince should say.
Zhou Kuang stood under the eaves outside the threshold and looked back at Prince Fu: "Your lordship, we've returned to the Imperial Capital, be cautious in your words."
Prince Fu smiled: "What is there to fear, the most unruly person in the entire Imperial Capital is sitting right opposite me. Dragging the Imperial Censor to death on the street, trampling on Duke Cheng Mansion with a horse, and still coming out unscathed, one's fate must be as steadfast as Taishan. Walking night roads with such a hard-fated person, there's nothing to fear from evil spirits."
