After a moment's thought, he took out a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone, and began to write furiously at his desk.
When Tan Kuang saw the letter's contents, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Your Highness, are you trying to persuade them to surrender?"
"Of course!"
"But the Mansion Competition is full of proud, arrogant people. Will they even listen?"
"Some of them will."
Zhao Yong smiled faintly. "As long as three or four of them listen, the Tenth Prince's Mansion will be all but hopeless. Even if they manage to recruit some scion from a major clan with a lot of points, it will be practically impossible for them to catch up to Prince Lie's Mansion.
Unless some genius suddenly appears in Lingge, challenges several of the great mansions, racks up over twenty points, and joins the Tenth Prince's Mansion.
Do you think that's likely?"
Realization dawned on Tan Kuang. He said with admiration, "Your Highness is brilliant!"
