Gu Wenheng sneered inwardly. 'So this guy beat around the bush for so long, and it was all leading to this.'
'Great. Now he's leaving the choice to me. As if I have any real say in the matter.'
Gu Wenheng put on a look of sincere terror. "Oh, what ever shall I do? I'm just an ordinary Scholar. How about... I just release the secret formula to the public?"
"You can't do that!" Bai Jinglie blurted out, flustered. But he immediately caught himself. 'Knowing this kid's temperament, he won't compromise that easily.'
"Wenheng, I'll stop beating around the bush," Bai Jinglie said, knowing all the lines he'd prepared on the way here had been thrown into disarray. He decided to just lay his cards on the table. "The Holy Emperor's intention, and mine, is to find a strong backer for this glass of ours. That way, others will be forced to show some restraint."
Gu Wenheng leaned forward slightly. "So, what the Young Master means is that the Holy Emperor himself wishes to be this backer."
