Thirty percent?!
Wang Fu's breathing instantly quickened!
Prince Yan! He was none other than the emperor's own younger brother and the wealthiest feudal prince in Great Xia! His fief, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, was the richest region in all of Great Xia! The wealth of Prince Yan's Mansion could rival that of an entire country!
If the rebellion were successfully put down, he could take thirty percent of the spoils... That... that would be...
Wang Fu's plump face flushed a liverish purple with excitement. It was as if he could already see mountains of gold, silver, and jewels beckoning to him.
"B-but will the Crown Prince agree? This contract is so outrageous..."
"He will." Gu Shen's tone was utterly certain. "Because he's desperate for money right now. Besides, he looks down on you. You're just a merchant. In his eyes, this is nothing more than a scrap of paper. As long as he can get his hands on the money, he'll agree to anything. What's more, I'll have the Chancellor bring up this contract 'casually,' saying it's modeled after an old precedent from the previous dynasty. It'll be perfectly reasonable."
"Most importantly," Gu Shen said, looking at Wang Fu and stressing each word, "you must make sure the Crown Prince stamps this contract with his golden seal as 'Grand Marshal of All the Armies Under Heaven'!"
Wang Fu's rolls of fat trembled with excitement. He could already see the boundless riches awaiting him.
However, he failed to notice the trace of icy chill hidden deep in Gu Shen's eyes.
What a stupid fatso, with nothing but money on his mind. Would Prince Yan lose? Of course not. My whole plan rests on the fact that Prince Yan won't lose—and won't even truly go to war with