Disraeli, after hearing these words, couldn't help but sarcastically say, "When you put it like that, I suddenly feel that Gladstone's face is actually a walking 'James I's Authorized Version of the Bible.' Just that this version is printed too densely, without a single breath of punctuation."
"You do have a keen observation on Gladstone, but... Benjamin, don't just focus on studying him, what about your side? You're not involved in the matter with Mrs. Sikes, are you?"
Arthur's words were like water poured into a furnace, nearly causing Disraeli's cigar to fall to the ground.
He blinked, and the smile on his face suddenly became subtle, half embarrassed, half resigned in front of an old friend where no disguises were needed: "Arthur, I thought we were discussing the nation's future and the mental health issues of Oxford University's voters today."
