"Let the world see what manner of man our Lord Jingnan of Great Yan truly is—an utter scoundrel who disrespects his sovereign, defies the law, and acts with impunity!"
Ji Chengyue's cheeks flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on his skin.
Zheng Fan squinted. This Third Prince appears polite and charming, but his physique is so frail. Damn, has he been taking drugs?
Honestly, the words the prince spoke earlier, while seemingly righteous, struck me as utterly naive and laughable. Not only was I unimpressed, but I also wondered if this fellow had been brainwashed by Qian State's 'cultural output,' turning him into a Qian-phile.
Honestly, in this era and with the current background, it was truly hard to understand.
It's like in later generations: one could understand Germanophiles, but Francophiles were baffling. You might have seen those who fervently admire Britain, but have you ever seen anyone fervently admire Portugal?
