The First Emperor did not like weak and cowardly people, and considering that the Eighteenth Son was still young, he did not turn around and leave.
He glanced at the dogtail grass on the ground, and at the two insects in the pottery jar whose antennae suddenly touched and then separated, testing each other.
The First Emperor was about to lose his temper and scold him, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he saw Ying Hu Hai's small movement, which he thought was covert but was actually very obvious, glancing behind him. The content of his words changed and his tone softened.
"You still respect your teacher."
The First Emperor thought that the Eighteenth Son was looking at his teacher, so he moved slightly and gave Zhao Gao half of his body space.
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