"Do you want to be emperor, Ji Yun?" The young man was wearing a crimson official robe, leaning back leisurely on the Grand Master's chair, tapping the half-dried memorial with his fingertips.
The thin young man who had just stepped out at the foot of the stairs had a gloomy look on his face. He knocked his knees on the ground and said nothing, seeming to be submissive.
"That's true," Gu Mu tapped the chopping board with his knuckles and lowered his tone, "You are also a prince after all, right? Your Highness."
The voice is slow, plucking the unknown strings in my heart. "Why didn't you sit on the throne?"
"Sir, Ji Yun is your student." He hunched over, extremely humble.
Gu Mu's eyes wandered and suddenly focused on the memorial. "Student? Follow me, have you learned how to act as a substitute?"
"Students don't dare," Ji Yun raised his head, ambition reflected in his pupils, "But sir, don't you want to?"
"I think I can. Do you think you can?" Gu Muqing stepped forward and got close. Their eyes met and they saw each other's ambition.
"I may have misunderstood what you meant. We are not teachers and students, and we have no friendship. It is just a strangulation game between a wolf and a snake."
Gu Mu stood up and walked out of the study, leaving only the faint sound. "I will help you. After all, we are the same kind."
A cold shiver ran down his knees, his teeth chattered, Ji Yun rolled his lips and tongue, and swallowed the tone again, "Treacherous sycophant."
Purpose: Thought on Socialism with Chinese Characteristics for a New Era