As far as he could remember, this was the first time Zhao Ci had left the directly administered area of Lingge.
But as a former corporate drone who had been beaten down by the system for many years, he was all too aware of the world's wickedness.
Even in a place like the Great Yu, where the people were united in their hope of reclaiming the Northern Domain, he had never held much hope for grassroots officials—especially with the existence of a fundamentally flawed region like the Northern Three Prefectures.
It was just...
'I'm the one who secured these pills for you, and I made it clear that seven thousand of them were to be distributed to the grassroots officials who desperately need Qi Cultivation Pills. So why are you still eyeing my five thousand?'
'Using a prince's pills to curry your own favor... isn't that going a little too far?'
Zhao Ci felt a surge of indignation.
'In my last life, assholes beat me down.'
