Qian Lao'er was muddle-headed, but timid, and upon hearing Qian Yi's plan, even his teeth were chattering.
Impersonate a Prince?
Heavens, what a mad act this was! Once exposed, it would be the tragic end of annihilating nine generations!
Qian Lao'er looked incredulously at his son, his hand trembling as he pointed at him.
"Son, we just need wealth and prosperity, this... this is too risky, our family can't bear this..."
Marquis, ministers—how could ordinary people withstand such?
They, these country farmers, how could they bear the noble identity of the emperor's offspring?
Not in their fate!
Qian Yi looked at his father and said: "Dad, I know you think this plan is crazy, but your son is also desperate!
Do you know? That Li Qingmu is already an official in the capital, deeply favored by the Emperor, a complete favored minister!
