"Minister Chen, your son has quite the drive," Eunuch Feng said in astonishment, watching Chen Shi discussing the Eight Trigrams Protection Technique with Cheng Qi and Granny Sha.
Chen Tang sighed, "The more driven he is, the greater my pressure becomes."
"Me too."
Eunuch Feng said gravely, "Our house also fears that some folks might tear off their masks. After all, last night, we still had to greet each other day in and day out, maintaining harmony. My two sons haven't dealt me a death blow yet. However, they've bet heavily on the young master."
In the Western Capital, too many people follow the young master, and among them are quite a few nobles.
There's no guarantee that someone won't lose their temper.
"Moreover, does your son have absolute confidence in victory?"
