Early the next morning in the Golden Hall, Prime Minister Lin quietly moved to the side of the Great General. He glanced around to confirm no one was paying attention before speaking softly, "I heard that last night, your nephew encountered trouble with Durin?"
The Great General was resting with his eyes closed, and upon hearing this, he opened one eye, looking at the Prime Minister, who always hits the sore spot: "As if your family hasn't encountered anything."
"My family didn't face anything this time." Prime Minister Lin said with a smile as simple and honest as a farmer turning the soil outside Shangjing City.
The Great General's facial muscles twitched a bit, but he ultimately chose not to bicker with this old dog.
After all, it was his own nephew. Although when he went to see him last night, his nephew and his five rogue friends were still just wearing their pants on the street, performing some dance they learned from who knows where.
