Through his reconnaissance network, Qi Suian learned of the conversation between the Crown Prince and his advisor.
'The word "simp" was the only thing that came to mind.'
'We've only just met. How did he already become my simp???'
Qi Suian glanced at his own face. It was plain, not to mention the Crown Prince had never even seen his real face to begin with.
As for his supposed talent, he had a little, but not much.
He was just an ordinary person with a bit of good luck and a ruthless streak. His genius was an artificial, acquired trait; his actual talent was average.
'Seeing as he's simping for me so hard, I guess I can give him a little something if he really brings me some kind of opportunity.' Qi Suian still had the manufacturing technology for the living-body observation device.
With a few modifications, it could be made into a Yang Qi Weapon and equipment for rule transference.
If the other party made it worth his while, Qi Suian wouldn't be stingy.
