"Young Master Jiang, you've really hidden your talents well all these years," she said, her tone flat.
"You flatter me. I simply don't wish to drift along with the current. It's not a matter of hiding my talents. When a great building is about to collapse, no egg remains unbroken in the nest beneath."
Jiang Lan raised his wine cup, took a sip, and spoke in a leisurely tone.
Emperor Xia stared at him intently, silent for a long moment, before finally asking, "What is your ultimate goal?"
Hearing this, Jiang Lan simply laughed and retorted, "If I don't tell you, you won't rest until you find out. But if I do tell you, you'll suspect I have ulterior motives."
"Then tell me, how should I answer your question?"
Emperor Xia was at a loss for words, the light in her eyes flickering.
