The Great Xia Empire's Number One Prince Consort

He answered all letters, near and far, by hand, his writing flowing effortlessly. A great sage, born in a great state, is knowledgeable and learned, and everyone says that Zijian speaks eloquently. Your Majesty should summon him and test his talent. A cool breeze in summer inspires his writing; his elegance and grace are all part of his style.

It's too easy. I couldn't keep reading from the beginning. Five hundred chapters isn't a lot; I wanted to see how it would turn out. It's just too simple. Whether it's the intellectual battles, the physical battles, or the enemy's retaliation and the protagonist's counterattack, it's all too clunky. Throwing urine?

It's been a long time since I've read an article this bland and uneventful; it's always so argumentative. Is it bullish?

He talked too much nonsense. He was so injured he couldn't even resist. I could hold him and he still escaped. It's ridiculous.

I really couldn't muster any interest in watching it.