"Not worth fighting over a scant inheritance, such as a single leg of lamb. What's the point of the endless squabbles?"
「Inside the Imperial Study,」
Wei Zhonghe was meticulously repeating Zheng Fan's words. Despite a slight delay, he didn't miss a single syllable. His left ear trembled slightly, a perfect demonstration of what could be called 'synchronized transmission'; it was as if he were even mimicking Zheng Fan's tone.
Ji Runhao, tearing off a piece of mutton and slowly chewing it, said, "This boy is indeed interesting. No wonder Cheng Jue associates with him."
Ji Chengjue was the name of the Sixth Prince.
"Your Majesty, this boy is shrewd and clear-headed; this servant finds him quite pleasing."
This was the second time Wei Zhonghe had said this today, signifying his genuine esteem for Zheng Fan and his belief that Zheng Fan was well-suited for palace life.
