Truly, wealth in the deep mountains even brings distant relatives; without kin, one can conjure up relations.
Looking at the envelope sealed with hot wax in his hand, Luo Yan couldn't help but sigh.
Undoubtedly,
General Hamoldon has been duped!
With a little thought, Luo Yan could guess the situation: two possibilities.
Either some noble who couldn't make a living in the Imperial Holy City happened to concoct a story that aligned with his own, or some noble's ancestors, while compiling their genealogy, failed to plan properly, ending up deceiving their offspring.
An empire with a lineage spanning over a millennium, without regime changes, would accumulate an enormous number of royal descendants, a number beyond estimation.
Especially since the title of Prince, unlike Duke, Earl, or Baron, isn't associated with a specific territory, any impoverished noble with even the faintest royal connection would prefer the title Prince, rather than wear the meager title of Baron or Sir.
