Tang Feng didn't want her to look so serious, and smiled helplessly, saying, "You know, since we came here, we ought to aim for wealth and prosperity, right?"
Bai Ruozhu's heart skipped a beat. As a transmigrator, she naturally understood the mindset of a fellow transmigrator, especially one with a Golden Finger, who would naturally have ambition.
Moreover, Tang Feng was originally of imperial blood, the biological child of the Former Emperor, so why shouldn't he compete for the throne?
But the fight for the throne is always built on piles of white bones. She didn't want herself or her friends to become part of that pile due to knowing Tang Feng.
She wanted to ask more, but saw her second brother looking at them with a strange expression. Her heart tightened, and she swallowed back her words, deciding to ask when it was more convenient.
