After Lan Yu's words fell.
Shen Wansan's eyes flew wide open. He clutched Lan Yu's trouser leg tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "You... what did you say?"
"Zhu Ying is the Imperial Eldest Grandson?"
"Impossible."
"That is absolutely impossible."
"He is merely a small merchant running a distillery. How could he possibly be the Imperial Eldest Grandson?"
"Besides, that Imperial Eldest Grandson died long ago."
At this moment.
Shen Wansan's heart churned, yet he still could not bring himself to believe it.
"You think a death-row prisoner like you is worth this Duke of Liang lying to?"
"Shen Wansan."
"How laughable."
"Back in the Yuan Court, you rose from an insignificant little merchant into a tycoon wealthy enough to rival a nation. Your vision was not too bad either, so how did you become so pathetic in your old age?"
"You kept relying on marriage alliances to change the Shen Family's circumstances and standing, yet a piece of unpolished jade was right before you, and you threw it away with your own hands."
"If the one Xiongying had married back then had been your daughter, you could have become in-laws with His Majesty and the Crown Prince."
"What a pity."
"Your vision was far too narrow."
"You even tried to kill Xiongying, turning the Shen Family from imperial relatives into criminals condemned along with your entire clan, soon to be executed in the autumn."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"How foolish."
Lan Yu looked at Shen Wansan with a mocking expression, sparing no effort in his ridicule.
Hearing this.
Shen Wansan's face turned deathly pale, and his mind buzzed as though he had been completely stunned.
"Now."
"His Majesty has acknowledged Xiongying once more and directly conferred upon him the title of Prince. In the future, he will be the