The first thing he sees when he wakes is the frail young marquis, Xie Heng, calling to him through tears: “Brother Lingxiao!”
Behind him, a pack of wolves in the court watches hungrily. In his hands is a declining marquis’s estate buried in a mountain of bad accounts.
Situ Xiao smiles.
Straightening out the household? He’s good at that.
Making money? That’s his specialty.
Taking on powerful ministers? Sorry, he knows this script by heart.
He just didn’t expect
The young marquis, who seems to need his protection, is starting to look at him differently.
“Brother Lingxiao, this time, let me protect you.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
