Deep within his memories, scene after scene surfaced.
Back when he had first transmigrated.
The Dragon Survey Map of Fengqi Road had gone missing, just as Emperor Jianhong was traveling south to Jiangnan.
Zeng Shilin had committed the offense of dereliction of duty due to poor supervision and had been thrown into the Xuanjing Division's Imperial Prison...
Zeng Anmin had just obtained his Golden Finger, solved the mystery, and taken the initiative to seek an audience with Emperor Jianhong...
"This commoner, Zeng Anmin, pays respects to Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty, long live, long long live!"
Zeng Anmin still remembered the first words he had spoken when he first met Emperor Jianhong.
At the time, he had merely glanced hurriedly at Emperor Jianhong before lowering his head.
Yet there had been an unfinished game of chess on Emperor Jianhong's desk.
Later, during his several meetings with Emperor Jianhong, the Emperor had almost always been playing chess.
Either playing against someone else, or playing a game against himself...
"Could that be a coincidence?"
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes slightly.
As an emperor, it was understandable for him to have a hobby or two.
After all, there had been even more absurd emperors in his previous life—there had even been one who liked woodworking.
He stroked his chin and pondered seriously.
Then he heard sobbing cries of "Awoo, awoo" from beside him.
"Stop hitting me, Mom! I'll watch chess, I'll study the chess records!"
Huzi hugged his head as he sat in a chair nearby, his eyes brimming with longing for Go.
"Sit properly!"
Zeng Rongyu's brows drew together slightly as she looked sternly at Huzi.
"What did I teach you? Sit like a bell, stand like a pine, move like the wind, and let your aura be like ice. These