There was a hint of solemnity in Zeng Anmin's words.
Father naturally understood what Zeng Anmin meant.
Sitting in his chair, he lightly tapped the table with his fingers, a thoughtful glint flickering in his eyes:
"His Majesty has held court twice these past few days, yet Ren Weizhi has made no move at all."
After saying this, Father added, "You could say the waters have been calm and the winds still."
Ren Weizhi had made no move?
Zeng Anmin blinked, then slowly nodded.
"Probably soon."
"What?"
Zeng Shilin looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Today, Ren Weizhi's good eldest son came to the Imperial Academy and exposed the Crown Prince's identity."
"Little Fatty won't be able to attend classes with me anymore."
There was a trace of regret in Zeng Anmin's voice.
Little Fatty was quite a nice person.
His personality was attentive enough, too.
They got along well.
He casually swept the two blood-red jade cups from the table into his robes.
With a slight movement of his mind, both jade cups were silently and invisibly stored in the Preparation Space.
"Ren Weizhi..."
Father turned a blind eye to Zeng Anmin's little movement.
He frowned, looking at Zeng Anmin, a faint chill in his voice.
"So he's warning me now."
"You thought of it too?" Zeng Anmin raised his brows, a touch of surprise in his gaze. "What is he trying to accomplish by doing this?"
Zeng Shilin glanced up at Zeng Anmin, slowly spread out the Xuan paper on the table, picked up the wolf-hair brush, and began slowly grinding the ink.
"You should be able to figure it out."
Zeng Anmin chuckled and nodded.
"He doesn't want to tear all pretenses with us. Put another way, he's admitted defeat."
Ren Xueliang's appearance had exposed