Prince Yu watched as Minister Qian walked straight toward the main gate without even pausing and felt a surge of annoyance.
And right at that moment, a voice—more of a hindrance than a help—piped up next to him.
"Uncle, why did you suddenly pull me? I haven't finished drinking."
"Drink, drink, drink! Can't you show a little ambition? This is the last time I'm ever bringing you out." Prince Yu wished he could just drag him out by the collar.
"I can't get a word in when you all are talking. What else am I supposed to do besides eat?"
"Can't you just listen carefully? The Crown Prince of Xi Yan was handling state affairs at your age. Now, look at you."
"Well, Father Emperor isn't planning on passing the throne to me anyway," Helian Chen frowned, his voice full of grievance.
Prince Yu: "..."
'I should just beat him to death and get it over with!'
"It's true," Helian Chen added, unafraid of the consequences.
