"What a pity."
The person spoke with regret, the mole at the corner of his eye twitching.
"Your Highness, should your subordinate go look for Su Wang? He is not a man of Great Chu, has no wealth, and has an ailing mother who has long been ill. Just a little support for a while, and he will surely be of use to Your Highness."
The Coachman spoke with a deep voice.
"Su Wang is a scholar, a peerless national treasure, valuing his integrity above all. Having sold his life away, how could he bow down for a mere five bushels of rice?"
Fingers parted the carriage curtains, revealing Dongfang Mosheng's face, elegant as a painting.
On the second floor of Chuyue Tower, Dugu Wu squinted his eyes slightly.
Inside Chuyue Tower, Chun Liu was with Feng Xiaoli.
Feng Xiaoli ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go, alarming Chun Liu who hurriedly took out a small purse, counting out the silver.
