The older ginger gets, the spicier it is.
Prime Minister Wang opened his mouth, hitting Wang Jin's worries right on the mark.
Wang Jin rubbed his forehead and let out a genuine, long sigh: "One moment you see him building a grand mansion, the next you see it collapse. When Jiang Yi was alive, I frequently visited the Gao Liang Prince Mansion. These days, I witnessed it being seized, and from now on, there will be no more Gao Liang Prince Mansion in the Capital City."
Prime Minister Wang glanced over: "Are you afraid that the Wang Family will meet the same fate in the future?"
Wang Jin looked up, meeting Prime Minister Wang's eyes: "Father, aren't you worried?"
Prime Minister Wang proudly said: "I, as the Prime Minister, have served across four dynasties, holding the position for decades. Even now, the position of Prime Minister is still mine, and no one can take it. Who dares to move against the Wang Family, who could possibly touch the Wang Family!"
