"Falling from a height, how could he possibly give up easily? He's definitely going to make a gamble." Qian Jiyun snorted coldly, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.
"Since this person is so restless, there's no need to keep him around. When we get to Ying City, just uproot them all," he said.
"Ah?"
An Jiuyue was taken aback.
Wiping them out completely, wouldn't all that grain be wasted, and the good show would be ruined?
"Then should I still sell my grain?"
In the end, when they uproot their nest, won't the money be theirs? Selling the grain doesn't seem to make much sense, right?
"Sell it."
Qian Jiyun gave her a one-word answer.
"The people behind those two are not the Fifteenth Prince."
Hearing this, An Jiuyue's eyes lit up. Yes, how could there be anyone behind them that's a mere ten-year-old Fifteenth Prince? It's definitely the Retired Emperor.
