"Defected to the Ten Crows? That can't be..." In Shen Tang's established impression, these Literary Scholars still had plenty of moral integrity. They couldn't possibly help foreigners slaughter their own countrymen. But then again, her assumptions might not be correct.
The Hundred Kingdoms had been warring with one another for nearly two centuries. If someone lived long enough, they could change nationalities more than twice on average. Against such a disastrously twisted social backdrop, even the most stubborn bottom line would be trampled and ravaged by war and reality again and again. According to Jiang Sheng, this gold-spending, money-scattering brother had talent to spare, but was unable to put it to use because of one word—"poverty." He had spent decades frustrated and unfulfilled...
It was entirely possible that some Ten Crows noble had taken a fancy to him, prompting him to pledge loyalty. That had nothing to do with ideology or race.
It only came down to the saying, "A scholar dies for the one who understands him."
The thought had barely arisen when Jiang Sheng picked up the thread. "It's not impossible. The Ten Crows' money is pretty easy to swindle."
Shen Tang: "..."
Did he have no moral integrity at all???
Jiang Sheng did not care why this friend had come to the Ten Crows to scatter money. He was only worried that the man might become a stumbling block for them.
As long as they did not let the news slip on their side, the Ten Crows could rack their brains until they exploded and still never guess it was them. But—
That friend was very familiar with Jiang Sheng.
There was no guarantee he would not notice some clues...
And then follow the trail, tracing it back to them.
When Jiang Sheng voiced his concern, his