Gu Wen was his only support; without him, no one would listen.
Gu Wen asked, "How is the state of the world now?"
Jiang Fugui answered truthfully, "The world has just stabilized; many things await revival. I've been doing my utmost to provide relief to the people, but as for now, we can only say there's no famine."
While speaking, he reached down to adjust his trousers, which were nearly slipping off.
"Are these the clothes of that dog of an Emperor?"
Gu Wen couldn't help but laugh out loud as he looked at the oversized imperial robe. Despite its grand appearance, it was clearly ill-fitting, and after being altered, all the five claws had been cut off. Others certainly wouldn't do this, but after so many years with Gu Wen, Jiang Fugui had come to view imperial power with no sense of sanctity.
People always serve the source of power. If Jiang Fugui were a genuine founding Emperor, he surely wouldn't suffer this way; he wouldn't even let Jiang Jucai ascend to power like this.
