Chen Ji grew up in the Ning Dynasty and had never met Lu Jin.
He had imagined that this person, who had once beheaded the Minister of Revenue of the Ning Dynasty and wielded power as the Vice Minister of the Jing Dynasty Military Intelligence Department, should look either imposing or sinister.
But the middle-aged man in a gray robe before him appeared gentle, more like a private tutor invited to a noble's house, neither smiling easily nor forcing a stern demeanor, yet humble but not servile and firm but not harsh.
Lu Jin.
For a moment, Chen Ji was dazed, but he quickly snapped back to reality. Should he reveal his identity? Lu Jin's current power in the Jing Dynasty was probably much greater than that of Princess Liyang, only second to Yuan Xiang.
If he had just arrived in this world, perhaps he would have immediately revealed his identity, but now... he needed to think it over.
