"Imperial Preceptor! Imperial Preceptor!"
"What method could let someone become a sage on the spot?"
"Quick... quick, tell Us!"
Longing filled Li Shimin's eyes as he strode swiftly up to Qing Mo, seized his strong hand, and grew so excited he could barely contain himself!
"Yes, yes, yes! Imperial Preceptor! What method could possibly let someone become a sage on the spot?"
"Imperial Preceptor! Old Cheng is ready! Just give the order—climbing mountains of blades or plunging into seas of fire, I won't so much as furrow a brow!"
"You old bastard, get to the side! You're always so rash and careless. How could something this important possibly fall to you? Let this one do it instead—I'm renowned for being steady and reliable!"
"Bullshit! Are you saying this old man isn't reliable? Can you martial men really be as meticulous as us civil officials? This should be handled by us!"
Seeing his shameless old man, along with this crowd of equally shameless ministers, trying to snatch away the good method his teacher had devised for him, Li Chengqian, standing beside Qing Mo, was so furious that his teeth itched!
Especially Li Shimin, that old man—Li Chengqian truly wanted to nail the three words "Founding Ancestor of Tang" squarely onto his head!
"Aiya...! Enough, enough!"
Qing Mo pulled his hand free from Li Shimin's grasp, his face full of undisguised disgust!
"You should leave some for Chengqian. You can't all try to snatch everything good the moment it appears. Isn't that just bullying a child?"
"Exactly, exactly!"
Hearing Qing Mo speak up for him, Li Chengqian, standing behind him, hurriedly echoed his words!
"Imperial Preceptor...! You can't put it that way!"
"What do you mean, snatch? Don't you know what kind of man I am?"
"It's mainly that Chengqian is still