"That old man was being rather cagey," the blind man said, peeling an orange.
Zheng Fan took a wet towel from Yuexin, wiped his hands, and said, "Don't they all like to keep things concealed?"
You're all wily old foxes; what's the point in telling me stories?
"However, My lord, it's not completely devoid of insights. For example, what the old man said about the arrangements for the crown prince—I think there's some truth to it."
"That depends on fate. Though I still find it somewhat unbelievable. The Sixth Prince's resources have been mostly cut off. Perhaps we now make up the thickest and blackest strand of hope for Ji Chengjue. If such a scenario did occur in the future and he ascended to the throne, would he be able to command respect?"
