“Although the Tang Clan may be in Gusu, we don’t actually own the place like the Cui Clan owns Qinghe.” Inside the carriage, Tang Buqi leaned against the arms of his little maid, leisurely sipping wine as he briefly explained the situation in Gusu to Zhao Changhe. “The Tang Clan isn’t comparable to a top-tier noble clan like the Cui Clan, so I suggest that you keep your eye on Cui Yuanyang. You better not think about anyone else.”0

Zhao Changhe leaned against the wall of the carriage, speechless. He was already upset at seeing how Tang Buqi was behaving, but the young man’s words only served to further agitate him. “Weren’t you introducing Gusu to me? Why did you suddenly bring up the Cui Clan?”0

Tang Buqi felt quite happy with himself. “Wouldn’t it be easier for you to understand the general situation if I were to make direct comparisons?”0

“There’s no need for that. Everyone has heard of the Cui Clan of Qinghe, but has anyone actually heard of the Tang Clan of Gusu? What are you acting all like a cocky rooster for?”0

“…At least the Tang Clan has a seat in the current dynasty! We have contributed to the...0