"Ahem, appearances are but passing clouds. The most important thing for a person is inner beauty and kindness," Zeng Anmin waved his hand modestly.
Seeing his performance, Wang Yuanhao's eyes lit up. A subconscious feeling of mutual appreciation welled up in his heart. Just as he was about to agree with Zeng Anmin's words, he heard the Crown Prince's slightly displeased voice:
"We are here today to study, to discuss poetry and essays." At this point, a troubled look appeared on his chubby face, and he added, seemingly unintentionally, "Since Fourth Brother is a follower of the Martial Art..."
This was an implicit order to leave.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanhao's face darkened slightly. He hurriedly looked at Zeng Anmin. He knew full well that followers of the Confucian Dao had always looked down upon Martial Artists.
