Zhao Yao, who was about to place his piece, paused his action upon hearing Mr. Xiao's words. He raised his eyes, looking at the opposite Mr. Xiao with surprise, and feigned a puzzled expression as he asked, "Sir, why do you say that? What happened to my eighth brother?" Could it be that Mr. Xiao knows what my eighth brother has done?
Impossible, the things my eighth brother did were so secretive; Mr. Xiao couldn't possibly know.
The reason he knew about what his eighth brother did was just his speculation without any evidence. How could Mr. Xiao, a mere teacher, know what his eighth brother did?
Mr. Xiao slightly knitted his brows and said, "The eighth prince is not a kind person." Mr. Xiao never liked the eighth prince, not because he was of low birth, but because of his nature.
"Sir, why do you think so?" What exactly has Mr. Xiao found out? "Have you learned or heard anything?"
Mr. Xiao said, "I haven't heard anything, nor do I know anything, but..."
"But what?"
