87, Sages

Oh no!

Chen Ji's pupils suddenly constricted, realizing that his biological father was right in front of him and he hadn't recognized him!

No wonder the man had been sizing him up just now, and no wonder he had asked in surprise, "You call me sir."

How was he going to explain this?

In this superstitious feudal age, if one didn't even recognize one's own father, one would probably be burnt alive as something unclean…

There stood Chen Liqin, clad in a blue official robe and belted with leather, his face tanned from supervising riverbank work for several months on end.

Contrasting with Zhang Zhuo's rosy complexion, Chen Liqin didn't seem like a civil servant at the moment but rather more like a military officer.

Prince Jing looked curiously at Chen Liqin and asked, "Mr. Chen, did you teach Chen Ji his skill in Go? You must be quite skilled in Go yourself."