"If your guess was correct, then you should know why I have deigned to visit you here."
Zheng Xiu nodded. "More or less."
The Second Prince smiled. "Conversations between intelligent men truly are effortless. I hope that, one day, you will lend me your aid."
He placed a heavy emphasis on the word "day" in "one day."
The implication was obvious.
He had designs on Master Zheng.
The Second Prince hoped Zheng Xiu would be sensible and not feign ignorance.
Whether rebelling, launching an uprising, or vying with his Elder and Younger Imperial Brothers, it all came down to one thing—money.
Lots and lots of money.
For years, the Richest Person in the Imperial City had been completely intractable, playing political tai chi with the three princes.
