"This boy has a big heart and sees things clearly."
This was the Yan Emperor's assessment of Zheng Fan.
Little did he know that Zheng Fan was backed by the Sixth Prince, the one most like his father, along with a peerlessly shrewd blind man. It was equivalent to having two think tanks accompanying him to watch the news broadcast; with such support, it was certain that he would see things more deeply than others.
"Previously, after he finished presenting the strategy for attacking Qian, the words Li Liangting said to him..."
"Did the Earl of North Border teach him how to roast a leg of lamb?"
The Yan Emperor's gaze swept towards Wei Zhonghe. Wei Zhonghe immediately slapped his own face twice. The slaps weren't loud, but he instantly knelt.
"This servant misspoke! Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
