"Tap."
Ji Hongli stepped out of the room. After closing the door behind him, his gaze carried a solemn air.
He was already dressed properly.
He had stripped Ji Hongli's clothes off him and changed into them himself.
His faint footsteps sounded.
Zeng Anmin did not dare slacken.
Back when he and Ji Hongli had been "getting along splendidly," he had already silently observed Ji Hongli's pace, gait, and even the force with which he set down his feet in minute detail.
Thus, after coming out now, his imitation of Ji Hongli's bearing was peerless.
He looked even more like Ji Hongli than Ji Hongli himself.
"Phew~"
After leaving the room, Zeng Anmin discreetly surveyed his surroundings.
There was no one in the courtyard.
Only two servants stood guard outside the courtyard gate.
With a calm expression, he walked out of the courtyard.
"My lord."
The two servants did not dare look at him too closely. They bowed and paid their respects.
Zeng Anmin merely cast the two servants an indifferent glance before continuing outward.
The two servants hurriedly followed, walking ahead with him.
After leaving the courtyard, Zeng Anmin was no longer in such a hurry.
From Ji Hongli's perspective, he looked over the vast Jianjun Prefecture.
Wherever he passed, no one dared give him a second look. All lowered their heads and respectfully saluted him.
"Tsk."
Zeng Anmin sighed inwardly.
The servants' fear came from the depths of their hearts. It was different from his own home.
In his household, servants naturally held lower status than their masters.
But the masters had never been excessively harsh toward the servants.
Aside from his father disdaining the servants' obsequiousness, the most important reason was that the Zeng family were newly risen nobles.
The hierarchy within their residence was not as