Jian Wushuang saw Xiang Yang swaggering over, supporting his waist, with a maid helping him.
He had the appearance of an old wealthy landlord.
"You can go out first. I need to discuss something with Xiang... Fourth Master!"
The little maid obediently nodded softly and left.
Xiang Yang felt a bit distant and was somewhat displeased, saying, "Brother Wushuang, there's no need for this formality. We're all on the same side now!"
He took a sip from the teacup as he spoke.
Jian Wushuang found the scene both infuriating and amusing.
"Xiang Yang, are you planning to become a bandit in the mountains?"
"Of course not!" Xiang Yang quickly shook his head, but what he said next almost made Jian Wushuang's jaw drop.
"Our ambition is to establish a dynasty. Didn't you arrange everything yesterday? Wang Lun is the emperor, Scarred Shuan is the crown prince, you're the great general, and I'm the prince!"
