Yan Qian smiled and asked the secret guards to send the food and gold and silver he had gathered to the prince.
Free think tanks are just a joke. If you want them to do something, you have to be able to control it and make it profitable.
When he entered the palace to pay his respects that day, he was not blocked as before. He walked into the emperor's palace and saw Concub!ne Zhang holding the emperor's body and glaring at the arrogant King of Chu.
"Father, your good prince is dead! Are you waiting for his soul to return to the capital by not abdicating your throne?"
The King of Chu was still talking, but when he saw Yan Qian coming, he shook his head with a look of pity.
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