My Father Is a Confucian Saint, But the System Insists I Become a Crude Martial Artist
Chapter 229

Zeng Anmin: I Want Duke of the State Zeng Anmin's Head!

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Outside the illusion array.

Little Fatty Crown Prince watched as his own figure appeared within the illusion array, clad in a dragon robe.

His whole body went numb, and an inexplicable excitement rose from his heart.

He stared fixedly at the enormous red scroll.

His fists clenched tight.

Like a reader seeing a satisfying webnovel for the first time, every inch of him was trembling with excitement.

This felt too damn good...

Princess, seated beside him, shot him a glance.

Seeing the flush on his face, the corner of her lips slowly curled into a smile.

What a useless thing...

Within the illusion array.

The instant Zeng Anmin saw Little Fatty Crown Prince,

an inexplicable sense of familiarity surfaced in his heart.

Yet his face showed not the slightest hint of anything unusual.

"Your Majesty."

The moment he saw Wang Yuanzhen, Zeng Anmin slowly rose, intending to bow.

"No need for such formalities!"

Little Fatty Crown Prince Wang Yuanzhen hurried to Zeng Anmin's side.

A trace of majesty showed on his plump face.

"How have you considered the matter I mentioned to you last time?"

The question left Zeng Anmin somewhat stunned.

Last time?

How would I know?

I still haven't even figured out who I am...

But he did not let anything show.

He merely looked calmly at the little fatty before him.

For the ruler of a nation to come personally, this could not be a trivial matter. Therefore, he was not the one who ought to be anxious.

Thinking this, Zeng Anmin became even less hurried.

He looked at the little fatty and said,

"Your Majesty looks in excellent spirits today. Why not go on an outing together, then discuss this matter afterward?"

Upon hearing that,

the little fatty pursed his lips and sighed.

"The

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