The older the ginger, the spicier it is. Yan Xing smirked and looked a Zhao Chuan and Venerable Wang. He was eagerly awaiting a good play.
Venerable Wang smiled coldly and looked at Zhao Chuan, "Prime Minister Zhao, do you think I am a three-year-old kid? You said that the strings are not with you, but can you swear an oath that the strings are not in your mansion and that you have not hidden it away somewhere? Or did you sell it away for some treasure".
Venerable Wang didn't believe that Zhao Chuan was not up to some tricks.
Zhao Chuan's face turned ugly when he heard Venerable Wang's words.
"Your Highness, I won't be able to you entertain you today, as I have something important to discuss with Master Wang. I will make it up to you in the coming days", Zhao Chuan turned towards Yan Xing and said in an apologetic tone, bowing his head.
