"You know better than I do how much profit new salt can bring." Lian Fang extended her hands over the brazier to warm herself. Although the winters in Swamp Prefecture were much milder than in the capital, Lian Fang had been physically weakened from an early age. She feared the cold during winter, so she always needed a fire to keep warm.
Zhao Yao was naturally aware of the immense profits from new salt. He furrowed his brow slightly and said, "Fourth Brother and Eighth Brother have no designs on my new salt."
"What about Prince Dai and Prince Jing?" Lian Fang reminded Zhao Yao, "They are short of money."
Zhao Yao shrugged, "What does their need for money have to do with me? Besides, I'm not close to them. Even if they covet my new salt, they still need to see if I'll entertain them."
"They won't come at you openly, but they'll scheme in the shadows."
