Qing Cang Palace, Imperial Capital.
The muscular youth, Long Ping'an, knelt anxiously before Prince Qing Cang. "Godfather, it's been several months. Instead of dwindling, the crowd outside has only swelled."
In stark contrast to Long Ping'an's worried expression, Prince Qing Cang appeared unperturbed. Casually humming, he poured water on the flowers, his plump form exuding an air of nonchalance. "It doesn't matter. The area around the imperial residence is mine. Have those restaurants, gambling dens, and brothels increase their rates. They've become too greedy. Increase them fivefold."
"Godfather, we're under scrutiny. Should the six clans settle their feud with the three sects, we'll be their next target. And that person in the palace... time isn't on our side."
