"Brother Wu Heng, I must inquire, is the death of Emperor Tianqi related to Shen Hou?"
After the tea had been steeped for thirty moments, Wan Sanqian could not contain his curiosity any longer and tentatively asked.
"Of course, I don't imply anything else. It's just that Shen Hou and I are good friends. If he has any... intentions, I must consider them," he said.
Upon hearing this, Master Wu Heng silently set down his teacup and looked at Wan Sanqian, saying, "Brother Wan, your friends are spread throughout the realm, and your wealth is formidable. Now, to achieve success, you must lend your assistance."
"Who do you believe, under heaven, is most likely to inherit the throne?"
At this question, Wan Sanqian's expression subtly shifted, and he fell silent.
Wan Sanqian did not answer immediately, and Master Wu Heng was not impatient, calmly sipping his tea and waiting.