But they had never considered what connection this Zhao Fu had to the Zhao Fu they knew. After all, there were plenty of people with the same name.
Nor had they ever imagined that the shy, introverted Zhao Fu was the Great Qin Imperial Prince. Their personalities were complete opposites, and Zhao Fu usually spoke little and had such a weak presence that, if they had not been classmates for nearly two years, these people probably would not even have known him.
It could be said that they had never truly cared about Zhao Fu, so naturally they could not make the connection that Zhao Fu was Great Qin's Imperial Prince.
The ones whose emotions churned the most were Zheng Dong and Zhang Yue, as they were relatively familiar with Zhao Fu. Zheng Dong could not help but laugh bitterly to himself. Back then, he had kept asking Zhao Fu to come help him, even saying he would give him a minor position. How laughable that seemed now.
"Would a Great Qin Imperial Prince even think highly of a position offered by a tiny faction like mine? What a joke."
Zhang Yue looked just as grim. Back then, he had always thought Zhao Fu was not doing well. He understood Zhao Fu's personality somewhat; no matter how badly Zhao Fu was doing, he would never stoop to living under another's roof or beg others for help.
Yet he had kept urging Zhao Fu to go to Zheng Dong's place and help Zheng Dong, saying that at the very least, he could earn a bite to eat. Who would have thought Zhao Fu's identity would be so terrifying? Compared to Zhao Fu, they could not even measure up to a single hair on his body.
Zhao Fu now wore a black