"That's great. Struggling for power and profit is meaningless." Jiang Ning laughed, "The Emperor is thinking of the Prince of Yu. The Prince of Yu is very lucky."
"..."
The Emperor couldn't help but say, "Don't you care about the Prince of Yu at all?"
"I genuinely think it's good."
"Bullshit!" The Emperor couldn't help but curse.
Jiang Ning remained unperturbed.
When he was pretending to be poor and lived off others, he was the same. Jiang Ning didn't believe there was any difference between the Emperor and a butcher.
The only difference was that one wielded the knife against humans, and the other against pigs.
And both would curse.
Jiang Ning said, "If the Emperor doesn't think it's good, then don't send him to guard the Imperial Mausoleum."
"I don't really want to."
"Then don't."
"Unless you reconcile with your fifth son, and return to the Prince of Yu's mansion with the two children."
"..." Jiang Ning was speechless.
