He was too calm.
As calm as the day he addressed the court.
Emperor Xia Xiang said that Chi Mengfu had the talent of a State Preceptor.
And he replied... as the Holy Emperor thought, so too did Chi Mengfu agree.
Since the Holy Emperor deemed it so, Chi Mengfu also felt it was very appropriate.
He didn't think of himself as particularly generous or magnificent today; it was all very simple.
Nothing but...
As it was in the past, so it is today.
At this moment, Liu Xiyi sat next to this 'ill-mannered' young lad.
But this so-called young lad was no longer young.
He flipped his hand and took out his Prime Minister's seal, dangling it on Chi Mengfu's waist shakily.
Facing Chi Mengfu's somewhat astonished look.
He laughed heartily.
"This eternal infamy, how can you, alone, Chi Mengfu, bear it?"
"When Saint Water floods the Changluo Abyss, I will guide it with you, to pour over the Jiangyin Plains, drowning the Nine Soldiers and Three Armies!"
