The official's expression suddenly froze.
Anger from being humiliated flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly suppressed it and forced a laugh.
"Of course, by cooperating with me, we can gain control of the Six Ministries. This way, those political enemies of the Marquis in court who mercilessly impeach him will all disappear."
Feng Fuce couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.
The youth lifted his sharp, cold eyes: "Just you?"
The official hesitated, the smile on his face gradually fading: "What does the Marquis mean by this? I am sincerely seeking peace, why does the Marquis show no courtesy?"
Feng Fuce placed his hand on the table, his slender fingers gently tapping the surface.
He squinted his long eyes, making his demeanor seem more leisurely, as if he were merely here to enjoy a tune.
"Zhao Tao, what are you, to talk cooperation with me? Collaborating with you is like casually picking up a burdensome tagalong."
Feng Fuce stood up and twisted his sleeve cuffs.
