“Since he’s so powerful, then why didn’t he become the Emperor?” Du Xiaoli was puzzled.

Since ancient times, most men yearned for power. Zhao Zhen was capable, and he had the means and even the opportunity. If he had crowned himself the Emperor, no one would have dared to say anything.

“I don’t know. Perhaps he is not interested in the position, or maybe he wants to ascend in a proper fashion,” Han Mingyi said, shaking his head.

“Ai, let’s put him aside for now. Do you know what is the specialty of his younger cousin?” Du Xiaoli asked.