Looking at the righteously indignant Lord Yongchang, Lianshan Xin cautiously reminded him, "But Kong Ningyuan already killed the chief culprit. The Prince of Donghai's Estate is innocent."
He still listened to reason.
Lord Yongchang, however, did not.
Emperor Yongchang grew angrier still. "When a son goes untaught, the father is at fault. Xia Xunxiu's outrageous conduct shows that the Heir Apparent of Prince of Donghai is no decent fellow either. And if the Heir Apparent of Prince of Donghai is no decent fellow, how could the Prince of Donghai be any better?"
Lianshan Xin applauded. "One conversation with you is worth ten years of study. Your Majesty's words just now could awaken the deaf-soundly reasoned and utterly unassailable. When a son goes untaught, the father is at fault."
Lianshan Xin deliberately emphasized that last sentence.
Emperor Yongchang's old face reddened at that, and he hastily stressed, "Ping'an will make amends for your mistakes."
You really are a fucking talent, Lianshan Xin thought.
"By the way, A-Xin, how did you learn about what happened down the mountain so quickly?" Emperor Yongchang asked curiously.
Lianshan Xin chose not to tell Emperor Yongchang about the Divine Feet Ability. He was not his real father; a token gesture was enough. Was he really supposed to bare his heart to him?
He said casually, "Since taking control of Kuang Mountain, I've occasionally been able to send my Primordial Spirit out of my body to patrol Jiangzhou, though I still can't go too far."
"Your Primordial Spirit leaves your body? I've heard of that. You must still be careful. If you encounter martial artists fighting while your Primordial Spirit is outside your body, their gale-force energy could affect you. Even natural celestial phenomena could harm you, and either would leave you badly injured." Emperor Yongchang solemnly