But, knowing it shouldn't be a big deal, after all, Chen Kuang didn't speak ill of him.
He simply borrowed the tiger's power to act as the fox.
Presumably, this teacher who makes no distinction in teaching wouldn't mind such small matters.
Zhang Zhizhou was silent for a while, not knowing what he thought, then dropped the pretense of a pedantic Confucian scholar, sighed up to the sky, and said worriedly:
"Alas, teacher, the toad won't do, the chicken won't do, could it be that I can't even pick a little girl?"
He thought that this time his choice should have been quite reliable.
Chen Kuang twitched the corners of his mouth.
A toad? A chicken?
What is this guy thinking, wanting to support these things to become an emperor?
However, even without considering the gender factor, thinking about cultivating a four-year-old child to become an emperor is indeed quite the talent...
