Persuasion

Meng Mingshu had always thought highly of himself. Whether in talent, intelligence, or appearance, he believed he was the rightful heir of the Meng Family. Thus, when he had plotted with the Dragon King to kill his fifth younger brother and eldest brother more than two years ago, he had felt perfectly justified. Instead, he had even felt a sense of mission, believing that only by taking such a dangerous course could he save the Meng Family from its decline.

The Meng Family's business was flourishing, and its holdings continued to grow. Its decline did not lie there, but in its relationship with the Golden Peng Fortress, which was steadily weakening. Its former ally was becoming nothing more than a master and slave.

Meng Yuzun had noticed this, which was why he had secretly learned martial arts and even planned to cultivate his own killer force. The result had been a disastrous failure, doing nothing at all to reverse the situation.

Meng Mingshu had decided to try another way to save himself. But when the moment came, he found that he was not as calm or brave as he had imagined. Panic surged through him again and again, and at the very moment he needed her most, Xiao Fengchai was not by his side.

"The Unrivaled King will kill me. How could a trick like this possibly fool him?" Meng Mingshu muttered to himself, forgetting that someone else was beside him.

The old steward, Duan Zihua, looked at his young master sympathetically.

Because the goods he had been responsible for transporting had been hijacked halfway along the route, Duan Zihua had suffered humiliation in Bodhi Garden. He had not even been allowed to atone with his life. But ever since learning that the old master had very likely been switched