"To be honest, I always feel like this matter is not simple, as if there is an invisible hand behind pushing everything, playing us like pawns. It's a pity these are just my speculations..."
As he spoke, He Lian Duo Cai felt increasingly frustrated, unable to resist taking another gulp of wine.
Yao Xingshu listened to him but suddenly seemed thoughtful: "Brother He Lian, do you have any theories? Could you share them with me?"
"Brother Yao, since you're not involved in this area, you might not have noticed."
He Lian Duo Cai, probably distressed for a long time, now rarely had a chance to vent, pouring out the feelings he had suppressed for so long.
"You see, every time I try to make some moves here to salvage the situation, something always comes up, diverting His Highness's attention to other matters, never focusing on dealing with the Spirit Rice issue. Do you think this is really just a coincidence?"
