"How goes it?" After the banquet, Prince of Concord Zi Yuanxiang, who was heavily intoxicated and mumbling non-stop in front of the others, was now looking at Lan Wuxin with clarity in his sharp gaze.
Lan Wuxin was an acknowledged man of wit and intelligence. Not only was he Ziyou’s think tank in the imperial court, he was also the officials’ main man in their circle of associates.
"Elder Yun’s identity should not be much of a problem." Lan Wuxin frowned and said, "Instead, I’m more suspicious of the fact that this man's status is simply over the top. I don’t know if you fellows have noticed that his gaze was filled with disdain, like each and every one of us here isn’t worth a thing in his eyes. Also, his appearance if very clean. Other than the mark of vicissitudes of life, he’s unusually neat. Even his fingernails are well-kept as well."