"Actually, although I've been at the Imperial Academy during this time, I've also discovered quite a few suspicious points."
Zeng Anmin began telling his father, bit by bit, everything he knew.
Until he had finished saying, "The Fourth Prince is very likely the child Consort Xi was carrying back then."
There came a "clatter."
The wooden sword in his father's hand fell to the ground.
Suddenly, his father jerked his head up and looked around the courtyard.
Only after finding no trace of any servants did he let out a breath of relief.
His eyes turned exceptionally grave.
"Does anyone else know of what you've said?"
Zeng Anmin hurriedly patted his chest. "Don't worry, Dad. Apart from the two of us, only Bai Ziqing knows."
"Mm."
His father narrowed his eyes.
He pondered for a long while.
Standing silently where he was.
After a long time, he slowly turned to look at Zeng Anmin.
"Bai Ziqing..."
There was a faint, profound undertone in his voice.
"That boy acts flamboyantly, his character is worrying, and he has little sense..."
Uh.
Zeng Anmin rather wanted to laugh.
He truly had not expected Bai Ziqing to receive such an evaluation in his father's mind.
Especially that "little sense."
Didn't that just mean Bai Ziqing was missing a screw?
"It's fine, Dad. Don't worry. I'm watching over him. Nothing will go wrong on Bai Ziqing's end."
Zeng Anmin patted his chest.
"Mm."
His father had always been at ease when it came to his good eldest son.
"Oh, right, Dad. You said I haven't cultivated the Confucian Qi Manipulation Method..."
Desire flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He had personally witnessed his father and Qin Shouchang use Confucian Law.
That feeling of Vast Righteous Qi crisscrossing the air was simply unforgettable.
"Mm."
When Zeng Anmin