"This is..."
Commandery Princess Weichuan took a sip of wine and exclaimed in astonishment, "I know this! This is the Century-Aged Immortal Brew from Spring Rain House in South Long Commandery. But yours seems even richer than theirs, fellow Daoist!"
He Pingsheng smiled. "More or less. I just added a few extra ingredients!"
"By the way, how is the Ninth Prince doing now?"
He Pingsheng looked at Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan said, "You can't call him the Ninth Prince anymore. He's been appointed Crown Prince!"
"And he's become our patriarch's personal disciple. He's quite the big shot now!"
"When he heard I was coming this time, he insisted on sneaking out with me to have a chat with you. But halfway here, our patriarch hauled him back!"
"Our patriarch really was ruthless. He dragged him back by the ear! His Highness the Crown Prince howled in pain so loudly you could hear him several miles away!"
He Pingsheng couldn't help smiling at the story.
How should he put it?
The Ninth Prince wasn't a good man, but he wasn't some sinister, vicious villain either.
He was just an ordinary spoiled wastrel.
The fellow had only drawn a six-nine heavenly tribulation because some of He Pingsheng's fortune had rubbed off on him. Otherwise, how could he ever have become Crown Prince?
"What else would you like to ask?" Commandery Princess Weichuan said. "I'll tell you everything I know and hold nothing back!"
"The Thirteenth Prince, right? Don't worry. He's already been sidelined. He won't be able to become your enemy in the future!"
Before He Pingsheng could speak, Commandery Princess Weichuan volunteered the answer herself.
But He Pingsheng actually had no interest in the Thirteenth Prince.
In his eyes, the Thirteenth Prince wasn't even qualified to be his opponent.
"Well... what