He Donglou, either furious or panicked, slammed the door behind him and strode away, his footsteps quickly fading. Outside, the bodyguard Lao Zhang expressionlessly pulled the door shut, restoring the Sunlight Room to its previous, relatively quiet atmosphere.
The faint light at the horizon still could not match the brightness of the artificial illumination, and even the transparent glass ceiling had been washed snowy white by the lights.
He Chong narrowed his eyes and made a vague pointing gesture. "Even Donglou could see through what you were thinking."
The iron-blue cast to He Bozheng's face gradually returned to normal. Lowering his gaze, he sat back down beside his father. "With this sort of thing, there has only ever been doing it or not doing it, and whether it was done thoroughly enough."
"Exactly. If you hide it too deeply and make people misjudge you, that's just a joke... Still, you really are afraid of that side." He Chong had no intention of judging his son's political maneuvering. He merely picked out its core. "You're in Xia City, right under their eyes, yet you're afraid the floodwaters of Deep Blue World will wash over you."
He Bozheng did not conceal anything and answered bluntly. "Donglou said Professor Ronan is a great Buddha, and that isn't wrong. Ouyang and Wu Zhao are the same—they all need to be properly revered. But as you know, no matter how powerful they are, they are ultimately gilded idols beneath the heavens. As for Li Wei's side, one has to cast one's gaze beyond the heavens when considering them..."
He Chong spread his broad mouth in a hoarse laugh. "A nest of toads staring up from the bottom of a well, yet some of them actually have brains. Now that's rather impressive."
Clearly, that was not