"That is not a worldly genius, but a god of dreams," Zhao Ming sneered, "Fools won't listen to smart people's advice, let alone other fools. So unless it's a deity, no one can make the Prince East Sea retreat his troops."
Zhao Hanzhang was conflicted; the Prince East Sea must be the fool Uncle Ming was talking about. So, is Mr. Ji a wise person or a fool?
Zhao Ming had already coldly laughed and said, "Gou Xi is smart, but he's too smart for his own good."
As they were speaking, someone came in to report, "General, General Gou has sent someone over, specifically asking to see you."
Zhao Ming's face became even more stern, and he said coldly, "See, he's much smarter than the Prince East Sea. You just got back, yet he already knows, while you came from the Prince East Sea's side, having crossed a river, and he knows nothing at all."
Zhao Hanzhang lightly coughed and said, "Uncle, could it be that I'm too clever and managed to sneak past the Prince East Sea?"
