Despite this, Prince Xian and his son were both laid-back and non-competitive. Even if this was just a facade, he didn't think they could guess the old King of Yanbei's plan.
The sound of rain outside was getting more and more urgent, but the room was quiet and dull.
Dongsheng's voice gradually grew calmer and more confident. "But I don't think this is a good idea. Only what you hold in your own hands is yours. Changing hands means changing surnames. This has been the principle since ancient times: the sons of different dynasties have their own ministers. To put it bluntly, even though Wu Xiaohe is the son-in-law of the Yanbei Palace, his surname isn't Xiao. No matter how close the Xiao and Wu families are, they will ultimately be defeated by the primacy of profit. Over time, who will know for sure? Even if the Wu and Xiao families advance and retreat together, the Wu family will always follow the Xiao family's lead. But what will the Wu family do if they find themselves in a situation where they can no longer control their own will? While military positions in our dynasty are hereditary, Wu Xiaohe inherited his position as General from his father, Wu Houchun. But things can change, and people are subject to sudden misfortunes. A hereditary position doesn't guarantee infallibility. Rather than pinning our hopes on allies, it's better to hold power within our own hands."
There was a hint of deep meaning in Xiao Jingxi's eyes, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't say anything and didn't express his opinion.
Dongsheng came here and secretly looked at Xiao Jingxi's expression, but he could not see anything, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy again.
At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the open window, bringing moist water vapor. Xiao Jingxi frowned and began to cough lightly.
Dongsheng discovered that even when the young man in front of him coughed, he had a leisurely and elegant demeanor that ordinary people did not have.
He then remembered that the Xiao family's second young master had always been in poor health. The last time he left Beijing, he was reportedly nearly dying. Although he had improved considerably since returning before the Lunar New Year, he still needed to rest from time to time.
But Dongsheng seemed to have forgotten that he was a patient after he came in and saw him. Xiao Jingxi had an indescribable aura that could attract all people's attention, making others ignore his weaknesses and only see his beauty.
Only then did Dongsheng realize when he looked at him that Xiao Jingxi's appearance was indeed outstanding, but not as "stunning" as the world said. It was just that his every move, his eyes, his voice and tone exuded the unique rhythm of Xiao Jingxi that attracted people and made them unable to take their eyes off him.
Dongsheng stared blankly for a long time before coming to his senses. He couldn't help but look away in embarrassment, secretly cursing himself for being crazy.
Although Xiao Jingxi was outstanding, he was outstanding in a masculine way, and he was sure that he didn't have any quirks, so Dongsheng was a little depressed that he was stunned by a man.
Xiao Jingxi coughed for a while, and the servant named Tong He who was waiting outside asked hurriedly through the door: "Master, would you like to come in and serve me?"
Xiao Jingxi's cough gradually subsided. He put away the handkerchief and said calmly, "No need."
There was no sound outside.
Dongsheng saw that the window was still open and couldn't help but say, "Can I help you close the window? Rain is blowing in."
Xiao Jingxi looked out the window calmly, his eyes as quiet as a deep stream. He smiled and shook his head: "No need, it's even more uncomfortable to be depressed."
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