The atmosphere in the camp had eased considerably, with Thousand-Household Commanders and Hundred-Household Officers crowding together, chatting and laughing. Just as panic rose in Wu Fengtian's heart, he sensed the Imperial Grandson cast a casual glance his way.
Wu Fengtian hurriedly tried to conceal his dejection and looked toward the Imperial Grandson, even forcing out a smile.
Yet he saw the Imperial Grandson listening to an introduction with a smile on his face. Whether he had never looked at Wu Fengtian at all or had glanced over and already turned away, Wu Fengtian could not tell, and this only deepened his unease.
The more unfathomable the Imperial Grandson seemed, the more Wu Fengtian felt that he might already have seen through him.
No, impossible.
But the moment that unease surfaced, Wu Fengtian suppressed it. He was the third son of Thousand-Household Commander Wu, but why had he managed to become a Hundred-Household Officer? Precisely because he was honest and simplehearted. He had honed this act since childhood. Never mind outsiders-even his family, the relatives who lived with him day after day, had been fooled by his outward appearance.
If even his relatives and friends were deceived, how could the Imperial Grandson do better, however skilled he might be at judging people?
Even the cleverest cook could not make a meal without rice. Judging people meant nothing more than discerning their character through their words, attitudes, and actions.
But his words were agreeable, his attitude respectful, and his actions attentive. Who could see through him?
The Imperial Grandson certainly could not have discerned his true thoughts. It could only be that he possessed an inherently unsettling air. When such a man also held the position of heir to the empire, it was difficult not to feel afraid.
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