"That young man just now was your son?"
Shen Tang thought of the young man who had just claimed to be Jiang Sheng's son.
Jiang Sheng shook his head. "Of course not. If he were my son, I'd have disowned him long ago. Why would I let him live until now?"
"Was he also a core member of the scam ring?"
Jiang Sheng's expression grew more serious. "No."
"Well, I'll be damned. There's a third party involved in this."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to guess which side he's on, my lord."
Shen Tang grew intrigued. "Is it that mysterious?"
"It's not that they're mysterious or capable. It's just that you may have stopped paying them any mind long ago."
Shen Tang caught his meaning.
Qin Li said, "Those troublemakers again."
Jiang Sheng spoke with scorn. "The royal court has grown more stable over the years. Those traitors who tried to overthrow the state and restore the old kingdom have had no choice but to go underground, spending their days hiding from place to place. These stray dogs have no respectable way to earn a living. They've either been eating through their old savings or trying to find former subjects of the old kingdom to support them... They've begged from every household under heaven, and somehow they've managed to barely survive until today."
Those restorationist traitors had been broke for over a decade.
Then one day, a windfall fell from the sky, and they went from rags to riches overnight.
They'd managed to secure an enormous sum in political donations.
Shen Tang laughed in exasperation. "All right, I get it. The scam boss was making money with one hand and funding their troublemaking with the other, was he? Makes sense. The more chaotic things are, the better business is