"Taoist, please enjoy your meal!"
King Jing's consort brought over a bottle of new Jinlei Bamboo Wine with a smile that was as gentle as the breeze through willows. After opening it, she brought it to Yi Chen's desk. However, the attentive Yi Chen noticed that she had served a different fine wine to His Highness King Jing, prompting him to sigh that indeed even the landlord's family does not have surplus grain.
This time he did not gulp down the wine, but rather took a small sip:
"Your Highness, my thoughts are pure and well-intentioned, my insights modest. By listening to both sides, you will be enlightened."
"I attend the Great Qin Legal Assembly not for fame but for profit, and moreover, I dislike making money from the poor."
"So, Taoist, whose money do you wish to make?" King Jing glanced at his consort and then raised his cup from afar, toasting Yi Chen with a smile.
"Whoever has the money, we will make money from them, such as the sects and Martial King."
