Help?
Zeng Anmin heard the Crown Prince's miserable cry.
The corners of his mouth twitched instinctively. He rolled his eyes and said irritably:
"What? Were you discovered forming a faction, or are you planning a rebellion??"
"Gasp~"
The moment those words came out, the Crown Prince's scalp went numb.
"Ah! Brother Quanfu, you absolutely must not spout such nonsense!"
Little Fatty Crown Prince's face went pale.
As the Crown Prince, neither of those things was something he dared touch.
Yet Zeng Anmin had casually said them aloud.
The impact on Little Fatty Crown Prince was immense.
"Why don't you just tell me what this is about?"
Zeng Anmin rolled his eyes and looked at him impatiently.
"I'm warning you, my father will be back any moment. If he sees you, he definitely won't give you a pleasant look."
"And judging by what I know of him, once he sees the clothes you're wearing, he might just treat you like thin air."
The Crown Prince's chubby face stiffened slightly.
That was true enough.
Zeng Shilin was the current Minister of War.
And now that Zeng Anmin had just been granted the title of County Duke, riding on his son's reputation—
Zeng Shilin could also be considered a figure who drew countless eyes in court.
A minister like him was already among the very top tier of officials in the Great Sage Dynasty.
And ministers like that were destined to cherish their feathers.
In The struggle for succession, they would not easily choose a side.
Little Fatty Crown Prince looked at Zeng Anmin bitterly.
"This matter began because of you, Brother Quanfu."
"Because of me?"
Zeng Anmin frowned.
He looked up at Little Fatty Crown Prince. "Explain yourself."
"Sigh."
Little Fatty Crown Prince let out a soft sigh.
"Duke Wei Tian Ji