Inside the City Lord's Mansion's reception hall.
It was silent and still.
Zeng Anmin and the Empress sat on the right.
Zeng Shilin and the Princess sat facing each other on the left.
After the four of them took their seats, they merely stared at one another, no one willing to speak first.
The Princess sat ramrod straight, her phoenix eyes carrying an icy chill as they periodically swept over Empress Gu Xiangnan opposite her, as well as Zeng Anmin seated beside the Empress.
"Ahem."
Zeng Anmin coughed.
The Princess's gaze was like a blade, slicing across his face again and again. He was finding it rather hard to bear.
"May I ask what brings Your Majesty to Qinghai City?"
Zeng Shilin had naturally noticed his precious eldest son's awkwardness. He coughed, then looked at Empress Gu Xiangnan with a somewhat solemn expression.
What for?
What else could it be for?
To play with guns, of course.
Hearing Zeng Shilin's words, Zeng Anmin secretly rejoiced.
Gu Xiangnan froze slightly, then cast Zeng Anmin an inquiring look.
You didn't tell Duke Wenqing about us?
Zeng Anmin shrugged, indicating that he had told him, but his father simply did not believe it.
"Well, in recent days, the allied armies of the Two States of Sheng and Jiang have jointly campaigned against the Demon Race. I have witnessed the Holy Dynasty's Mandarin Duck Army's combat capabilities."
"I have long heard that the method behind the Mandarin Duck Army's formation came from Young Lord Zeng. Thus, I have come specifically to seek his guidance."
Gu Xiangnan's explanation was riddled with holes.
At the very least, Zeng Shilin had to fight the urge to roll his eyes upon hearing it.
The Mandarin Duck Army's methods of formation... were hardly difficult, nor were they hard to