Although the scholar was not smart, it was not as if he did not have a brain at all.
"I want some silence... This matter... there's some deception here... Something feels wrong..."
The scholar clenched his back molars painfully. The desire to throw up lingered at the back of his throat. All the pores on his body released sticky sweat.
His mind was muddled, like a bundle of yarn that could not be cut free or disentangled despite his best efforts. He could not make any sense of the matter.
In the face of this situation, the scholar wanted to find An Cui to ask for his advice... No... An Cui!
The scholar felt a flash of light in his mind. His brain, which had been blocked by turmoil, suddenly cleared. He knew what was wrong!
It was An Cui!
The scholar clenched the armrests of his chair, barely supporting his body so that it didn't fall.