"It's not impossible," Zhao Yao said, not holding out much hope for the treasure left by the Pei Family.
"By the way, Han Zhong is ill and doesn't have much time left."
"Really?"
"He's about to die. In Shu, his sons are fighting over his position."
Zhao Yao's eyes lit up with joy as he said, "Now is the perfect time to attack Shu."
"With how foolish Han Zhong's sons are, there's no need to send troops to attack Shu. They'll ruin it themselves," He Lianfang said mockingly, "They are already in the midst of an internal conflict."
"Internal conflict?" Zhao Yao squinted slightly, a strange look on his face, "Second Uncle, you and Father aren't secretly stirring things up, are you?"
He Lianfang didn't answer Zhao Yao's question, which Zhao Yao took as an admission.
"Shu is quite a place, with lots of great food."
He Lianfang glared at Zhao Yao, saying in exasperation, "All you think about is food."
Zhao Yao replied matter-of-factly, "What's more important than good food?"
