Mr. Zimu rolled his eyes at him.
Lu Yuan stroked his chin. "This is a bit tricky... Old man, why don't you make another trip into the palace? Strike while the iron is hot, say you observed the stars last night, that even the Qilin must take its place, and throw Gongsun Yanming into disarray, keep him preoccupied."
Sometimes, the goal of court intrigue isn't to win, but simply to vex one's opponent to death.
Such a degrading task, Mr. Zimu had no intention of undertaking.
Lu Yuan curled his lips into a smile. "It's been some time since you've gone back to the mountain, sir. Why don't I accompany you home for a visit? And incidentally, carry you down the mountain next time?"
Mr. Zimu replied, "We'll go tomorrow morning."
