Chapter 388
Xia Jinghong's heart leaped into his throat. He knew exactly what Fang Zichen was like, yet he clung to one last sliver of hope and asked:
"And the funds for building all those factories—where did that silver come from?"
The imperial guard shot him a nervous glance, barely daring to breathe: "It was... the silver Your Majesty originally gave Lord Fang..."
Before the guard could finish, Xia Jinghong nearly choked and passed out.