This bearing, this expression...
In later generations, if some pretty boy wants to go for this style, he'd need loads of makeup and carefully angled lighting, but A Ming has this aura from the inside out.
"I heard from Siniang that back in Hutou City, there was some rich madam who wanted to keep you?"
A Ming shook his head and said, "No such thing."
"There was!"
Xue Three, who now walked with a bit of a bow-legged wobble, came in shouting,
"My lord, back then we all told him to just go along with it—scam some gold and silver, then scam some connections so we could get a foothold in Hutou City. But he flat refused to go. In the end it was the blind man sending Fu Water that got us our first bucket of gold."
A Ming lifted his eyelids and swept a glance at Xue Three.
Xue Three, who had already advanced in rank, glared right back. Now, he wasn't scared at all!
This was also the confidence that let him tell Fanli the truth right to his face earlier.
