Zeng Anmin's words carried a touch of solemnity. Naturally, his father understood the implication behind them. Sitting in his chair, he gently tapped his fingers on the table—TAP TAP—his eyes flashing with thought.
"Your Majesty has held two morning assemblies these past few days, yet Ren Weizhi hasn't made the slightest move in court. It could be considered calm and peaceful," his father added.
Ren Weizhi hadn't made a move? Zeng Anmin blinked and slowly nodded. "It should be soon."
"What?" Zeng Shilin looked up, his eyes flashing with surprise.
"Today, Ren Weizhi's precious son came to the Imperial College and exposed the Crown Prince's identity. The little fatty won't be able to be my classmate anymore," Zeng Anmin said, a hint of regret in his tone.
