"Right, right, right, I look down on you!"
"Waaah! Come on, you two, hit me!"
"Aaah! You old bastard, you stepped on me? I'll kill you."
Two Lin Xuanjis stood there, one of them silent.
The other "Lin Xuanji" hopped to the left, then to the right.
He was fanning the flames.
The scene grew so heated that the twelve ministers were on the verge of fighting.
Only then did Lin Xuanji glance at that "Lin Xuanji." "Minister Qi, you're losing your dignity!"
In an instant, "Lin Xuanji" returned to Minister Qi's appearance, his face full of confusion. "What are you talking about, old man?"
Lin Xuanji shook his head and ignored Minister Qi. Instead, amid all that clamor, he looked at Lin Ke, his voice utterly indifferent. "Lin Ke."
At those two words, the ministers all pricked up their ears, though they still appeared to be bickering and tussling.
Holding his bamboo staff, Lin Ke was neither servile nor overbearing. "Lord Lin."
Lin Xuanji's expression did not change. After Lin Ke answered, he said, "You share your mother's servile status. I never expected you to possess such poetic talent."
Lin Ke did not answer, merely regarding Lin Xuanji coolly.
Seeing the look in Lin Ke's eyes, Lin Xuanji said no more either, maintaining his indifferent expression.
And so the two stood without a word.
At some point, the other ministers had also stopped their squabbling and stood together before Lin Ke.
"Lin Ke, we primarily came to explain the uses of your bamboo staff, and to see you while we were at it." As he spoke, Minister Qi looked below the platform again, returning to their earlier topic.
Lin Ke followed Minister Qi's gaze.
Below the platform, everyone had been left utterly dumbstruck ever since Lin Ke produced the