"Wang Liyao, we agreed on thirty percent of all revenue!"
It took Prince Heng more than ten breaths to recover from his stupor, after which he leaped three feet into the air in fury. At this point, where was there even a trace of a prince's etiquette, bearing, or calm composure? He looked more like a penny-pinching commoner from the streets.
Pointing at Wang Liyao, he snapped, "Do you know that a gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold?"
Only after one had known poverty did one become more particular about profit. Even princes were no exception.
"First, I am but a little woman. Has Your Highness not heard that only little women are difficult to raise? Second, Wang Annan is my grandson. I cannot bear to beat him up." Wang Liyao remained calm and unmoved. "Raise it to fifty percent for this match, and I'll reluctantly harden my heart."
"Your inability to bear it costs me another twenty percent? You're the direct disciple of True Person Tianhe, a Great Heavenly Prodigy destined to walk the path of a Holy Son. Can't you show a little grandeur?" It felt as though a blade had sliced open Prince Heng's heart. It hurt.
"Sigh... my master... went bankrupt." Wang Liyao let out a deep sigh.
"What? Senior Tianhe..." Prince Heng was instantly stunned. "He—he poured his entire fortune into it?"
"Every last bit. Even his coffin money is gone." Wang Liyao nodded solemnly.
She was speaking the truth. Not only had her master, True Person Tianhe, invested enormously in her, but her clan had also spared no effort in supporting her.
"What spirit, what boldness! Then Miss Liyao, you now...?" Prince Heng changed his form of address again, becoming courteous in an instant.
True Person Tianhe was an old senior