This was the second time Mr. Zimu challenged and questioned Gongsun Yanming. If Gongsun Yanming refused again, it would make the True Qilin seem cowardly.
To Emperor Liang, a man known for his decisiveness, there was nothing he despised more than cowardice.
Gongsun Yanming turned to Emperor Liang and, composed, clasped his hands and said, "This matter concerns the fate of the empire; it should be decided by Your Majesty."
Emperor Liang replied, "Agreed."
Gongsun Yanming's eyes flickered slightly. "Your Majesty is wise."
Mr. Zimu said bluntly, "Nephew, if your Divination Skill were half as good as your flattery, perhaps you wouldn't have mistaken the Qilin."
Emperor Liang mused: The gentleman has not only grown more eccentric, but his tongue has become sharper.
Leaving the Imperial Study Room, Mr. Zimu shook his broad sleeve and addressed Gongsun Yanming, "Your master dared not divine great fate; do you know you've breached a taboo and will face repercussions?"
