Long Qingyang was extremely confident, staring at Feiyun with his perfectly-shaped eyes.

It looked like he was telling the truth - the emperor had left behind a letter before leaving the capital.

Feiyun smiled and lifted up the teapot to pour himself a cup: “Divine Consort Beiming has it.”

“Don’t be like that, if you want to know who has it, you must pay a heavy price.” Qingyang tilted his head while slowly rubbing Feiyun’s chin.

A flame as red as blood surfaced on Feiyun with extreme temperature. Qingyang was hurt and quickly pulled back before biting his lips: “You don’t know how to treat a woman at all.”

The guy sat up straight and said: “Fine, I’ll stop playing around. I want 300,000 spirit stones.”

“Haha, 300,000? You might as well become a robber.” Feiyun replied.

Qingyang sneered: “Please, how long will it take to rob that many stones? Frankly, I’m selling the entire dynasty to you, a great profit.”

300,000 stones was an exorbitant sum, comparable to an entire mining operation of a great power. However, everyone knew that Feiyun had robbed the underground gambling hall and had at least that much.

There was no way Qingyang would go easy on him.

Feiyun said: “You should know that it’s not hard for me to kill you at the capital.”

Qingyang brightly smiled: “Your Excellency, you are indeed untouchable at the capital and can easily take me down, quite a terrifying force, but if you do so, you won’t know who has the letter. When it is revealed, the new emperor… well, your days in Jin won’t be that easy.”

“Sigh, the scariest foes are those who don’t fear death.” Feiyun smiled: “Fine, I will give you 300,000 stones. Give me the information.”

“I have your words?” Qingyang was ecstatic. This amount was enough for him to start a sect.

“My words are final.” Feiyun took another sip.

“Divine Consort Luo.” Long Qingyang sent a telepathic message: “She’s the only one who isn’t participating in this political struggle on top of being very powerful. The moment this competition ends, she’ll read the content to the crowd and announce the next successor. Moreover, the emperor had given her the Regal Dragon Robe as well so that she can pass it on.”

“Regal Dragon Robe.” Feiyun’s eyes narrowed. This was the symbol of authority, one of the five legendary garments. It contained considerable power.

“What is the content of that letter?” Feiyun asked.

“I don’t know.” Qingyang shrugged.

“How did you find out?”

Qingyang started to blush: “The consort’s maternal side is the Luo of Central Royal. The clan master there had a long talk with me one night…”

Consort Luo might not tell others but she would definitely let her clan master know so that he could pick a side.

Each consort had their own backers or they wouldn’t last in the imperial palace. She definitely knew who the next successor was.

Feiyun thought that he should make time to meet her eventually: “Young Noble Long, you have a lot of friends.”

Qingyang stretched her snow-white hand forward and smiled: “Your Excellency, isn’t time to pay up?”

Feiyun chuckled with no intention of handing the stones over.

“Your Excellency, you enjoy a high position in Jin on top of being a famous genius, are you actually reneging?”

The carriage stopped at this point right outside of the imperial city. Feiyun said: “Get off.”