Zhou Li spoke with a serious expression, "Qianyun is Qianyun, you are you. You are the noble King of Han, while Qianyun is the famously rich heiress in our class. I covet wealth, not power—once I'm involved with power, I become unclean."
"With power comes the breeding of greed. When greediness grows, it cannot be stopped."
Tang Wan shook her head, commenting.
"Can money last long without power?"
Unannoyed, the King of Han calmly inquired, "Within the Thirteen Cities of the Northern Ring, if a wealthy merchant refuses to pay taxes, I can lead the Three Thousand Camp the next day to seize all his wealth for the coffers of the Han King's Mansion. But if he has official status, I must report to The Imperial Court and have the Emperor decide."
"I said it, great men are not His Majesty the Emperor!"
Suddenly, Zhou Li slammed the table and stood up. Amidst the astonished gazes of those around, he laughed loudly:
