Qingkong Ming instinctively frowned as he watched Mei Juncang finish paying his respects. Naturally, he knew more than the average person. He was well aware that just a few days ago, Zhou Tieyi had schemed to force Mei Juncang to kneel for half the night, turning his hair white overnight and infuriating the Minister of People, Dong Xingshu, to the point that he missed the morning court session. One must realize that this was the first time Dong Xingshu had taken sick leave in the three years since the Great Xia Emperor began neglecting state affairs. From this, one could gauge just how deeply Dong Xingshu had been provoked.
At the same time, Qingkong Ming was curious about how Zhou Tieyi had managed to anger the Right General, Yuchi Pojun, to such a degree; the Right General’s estate was still busy replanting its gardens, a fact that could hardly be hidden from anyone. Merely based on this talent for infuriating others, there were likely few in the world who could compare to him—provided, of course, that one had the constitution to survive it.
What concerned Qingkong Ming more, however, was Mei Juncang’s behavior today, which did not seem to align with what the Confucianists had described. He couldn’t help but take another look at him. His body was thin, yet his bones were as sturdy as green bamboo. His eyes were like mirrors, capable of peering into the human heart.
Chapter 110