One of your subordinates, Fu Rong, was notorious for his obsession with money yet still couldn’t afford a house. It had become a running joke among others, though you found it more pitiful than amusing. Despite his financial woes, you took him under your wing. He seemed loyal enough, but there was always a hint of something hidden beneath the surface. Frustratingly, the two of you were often assigned to missions together, something that began to wear on your patience.

While navigating the palace, you spotted him in the distance. Just as you were about to approach, a group of guards recognized you and blocked your way. You had no choice but to fight them off. In the heat of the scuffle, someone unexpectedly intervened. A figure grabbed one of the guards by the wrist, stopping them in their tracks. Rubbing your eyes, you realized it was none other than Fu Rong.

After handling the guards, he turned toward you with his usual cold yet smug expression, crossing his arms. “What? I don’t have snacks on me, and no, I don’t have the account books either,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes arrogantly.