The middle-aged uncles gave him a friendly smile.
Yang Ming murmured to himself.
Didn't Godoy have so many resources? Why was he still doing so poorly?
Something was off.
Yang Ming quickly understood something.
This wasn't concern but a test.
Godoy was a direct descendant of this family; what the nobles valued was the so-called direct lineage. If Godoy rose again, the ones whose interests would be hurt were these nobles in front of him.
Since they already knew he was Godoy's "illegitimate son," keeping him here was most likely for observation.
If he turned out as mediocre as Godoy, these nobles with the same surname could truly be at ease.
Yang Ming merely responded with a calm smile.
This was just the usual scheming among the Little Nobles.
However, in the next half hour, Yang Ming finally witnessed what it meant to be foolish.
These people in front of him were simply a group of idiots who mastered noble etiquette but only knew how to scheme!
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