Li Jing had been badly beaten by Wang Yan and was still recovering from his injuries, nowhere near healed yet.
So Wang Yan did not bid Li Jing farewell. He merely had someone deliver a gift to Li Jing on the day he left, along with the letter he had written, before heading south with Yang Guang's grand procession.
Counting carefully, he had only one friend in the capital: Li Jing. And not just in the capital—he had only this one friend in the entire world.
That was truly a terrible thing.
The boundaries between classes were far too distinct. It had only been a year since he began to rise, and he lacked the necessary accumulation. Moreover, he had spent less than three months in Great Prosperity City in total.
The time had been too short, leaving him with few opportunities to make arrangements.
Still, Yuwen Shu had not cursed him for nothing. Quite a number of people sent him gifts, all on the day before his departure, and most of them were from Tai Zi's camp.
Wang Yan reported it to Yang Guang. Yang Guang showed no reaction, so Wang Yan accepted every gift without sending so much as a token in return.
Those people harbored ill intentions. They were trying to drive a wedge between him and the Yuwen Clan, hoping to stir unrest among Yang Guang's subordinates. Perhaps Yuwen Shu would be unable to swallow the insult and turn directly to support Tai Zi.
Then Yang Guang would suffer a tremendous loss.
But in a struggle as high-stakes as the contest for the heir apparent, one could not switch sides over such a trivial matter. Tai Zi's side would certainly try to win over the Yuwen Clan anyway; they were simply using Wang Yan's cursing of