"Grandfather's guidance is taken to heart."
Ji Yunqing stretched out his hand, picking up a white chess piece. The piece was held in his palm; the old man maintained himself well, with fair and slender hands, seemingly controlling a puppet, he said lightly:
"Money, power, beauty, prestige, how many heroes throughout history have failed to see through it? Many heroes in the Capital City lose their resolve to beauty, it eats away at their heroism."
"You must also remember, only by relying on power can one achieve our desires without bloodshed."
Ji Yunqing advised his grandson, then smiled and said: "You, you, only pretend to be naive in front of me. You feigned Ji Zichang had an ailment, lured out his childhood sweetheart, and poisoned her, I shall not speak further of it."
"Yet today you pretend to be naive in front of me."
