On Xiang Yuan's first day at the Fengxian County Yamen, Old Liu had served as his career mentor. By custom, he was supposed to charge Xiang Yuan a fee for showing him the way in.
Not much—just five taels.
Back then, Xiang Yuan was dirt poor, with pockets cleaner than his face. Even his saber had been issued by the County Yamen. Where was he supposed to scrape together five taels of silver?
Old Liu did not press him, simply treating it as a debt of five taels.
Later, he saw Xiang Yuan and Xiao He calling each other brothers—or rather, Xiao He was the one pressing his warm face against a cold backside, shamelessly begging to become sworn brothers with Xiang Yuan. Old Liu concluded that Xiang Yuan had latched onto Xiao He's thigh, which meant he had latched onto King Zhao Xiao Yan's thigh. His future rise to glory was assured.
He no longer wanted the five taels of silver. All he wanted was a favor from Xiang Yuan, to be repaid once he became an important figure.
Old Liu never dreamed that it was not Xiang Yuan who had latched onto the King Zhao Residence's thigh, but the King Zhao Residence that had latched onto Xiang Yuan's. They soared into the heavens in one bound, and the entire King Zhao Residence moved into the imperial palace.
Looking back, the idle and shiftless Xiao He had instantly become unfathomable. Old Liu finally understood: Xiao He was not an idiot. He was a great talent, sharp as they came!
The reason he had cast aside all shame and insisted on clinging to Xiang Yuan was because this fierce dragon could lift the King Zhao Residence straight into the imperial palace.
Not only had Xiao He shamelessly thrown himself at