Zhou Shuren spat out a melon seed shell, "The Emperor will not let the various tribes know about the fake pregnancy, instead, he will pin this fake child on the Grassland Tribe."
Zhulan, "...such scheming."
Zhou Shuren sighed, "Our Emperor is even more calculating than the Retired Emperor."
Zhulan thought to herself, it's not just being calculating, the Emperor's schemes are interlocked within one another, while the Grassland Tribe is still smug and completely unaware of the Emperor's machinations, by the time they realize it, they probably won't even have a bone left.
Zhou Shuren's mouth was a bit dry from eating melon seeds, and it wasn't until after drinking two cups of water that he felt more comfortable. Looking at the melon seed shells, he thought of his youngest son, who at home very much loved to compete with him for melon seeds.
Zhou Shuren, "That brat, who knows where he has wandered off to now."
