Something was definitely amiss.
Zheng Xiu watched Feng Bei's calm reflection in the mirror. He never imagined that she would reach the same conclusion so quickly, voicing the very worry in his heart with a single sentence.
Prince Zheng, Red King, the Richest Person, head of the Zheng Group... He was adorned with all sorts of titles and seemed to live a glorious life. But in reality, his fate was tied to the empire's. His glory was entirely dependent on the premise that the Daqian Kingdom was at the height of its power, prosperous and at peace. If the day ever came when the kingdom fell and homes were destroyed, his so-called wealth and status would be worthless—not even worth three pecks of white rice.
"Old Wei's ambition is far from satisfied with the current state of affairs. His sights are set on the whole world."
