"Mother, what Dharma Form do you think I should condense?" Lianshan Xin decided to ask his miraculous mother again.
Perhaps his mother had read about it in a book again.
Unfortunately, this time He Miaojun was simply analyzing his options. "If you want to impersonate Shakyamuni, condensing the great sun dharma form would be easiest. A red sun rising in the east-with Maitreya's help and your own talent, it shouldn't be too difficult to condense."
Lianshan Xin felt his mother was underestimating him. "Mother, you should put my talent before Maitreya's help. Ninety percent of what brought me this far was my own talent. Maitreya's help accounted for less than ten percent."
"Then where's the rest?"
"Your help, of course, Mother. Nine thousand percent of my success was thanks to you."
Lianshan Jingcheng immediately glanced sideways at him. "A-Xin, is this how you flatter the Heavenly Queen in the Nine Heavens too? No wonder you've climbed so quickly. You really are suited to officialdom."
Even with his feelings for He Miaojun, he couldn't produce flattery of this caliber, because his medical skills really had little to do with her.
All one could say was that Lianshan Jingcheng was still woefully unqualified as a bootlicker.
Unlike Princess Xin, who had already learned to practice "Heaven-Seizing Fist" through reverse cultivation.
The people who found the society's sisters easiest to handle were generally swindlers.
Sending Emperor Yongchang into the Sisters' Mutual Aid Society would absolutely be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
Princess Xin naturally hadn't reached Emperor Yongchang's level yet, but he was already capable of running rampant.
He Miaojun naturally didn't think she had helped Lianshan Xin quite that much either, but hearing her son flatter her like this still felt very pleasant.
"Since you're at least reasonably filial,