At the end of the day, when one is under the eaves, Feng Yin, no matter how reluctant he was, eventually succumbed to a bitter smile, "This humble nephew accepts the punishment."
Thus, he picked up the drinking cup and downed three cups in a row.
Ah, the boy has said his second sentence.
His Imperial Majesty immediately nodded with satisfaction, following up on his advantage, leisurely spoke, "That looks a bit more like a family meal. Now, tell me, what does 'The world is easy to obtain' mean? How would you interpret these four words?"
Feng Yin: "??"
His Imperial Majesty deliberately glared, with a thick joking threat, "If you don't explain it well, I might have to continue the drinking punishment, you know!"
Feng Yin felt he was numb.
This Imperial Majesty... didn't at all resemble the Grand Ancestor Emperor he had imagined!
Ah, after all, Great Ancestor was Ying Zheng, and this one, Ying Zheng, seemed to still be missing a radical!
