Zheng Fan quietly ate the food in his hands.
"Why are you not talking anymore?" the Qian Emperor asked.
"In this world, many people can only worry about what they will eat tomorrow. They cannot think as far ahead as this."
"Ah, I see. So, you mean to say that I am intentionally talking to you about these trivial matters?"
Zheng Fan nodded.
The Qian Emperor's attire was indeed overly relaxed. But at a time like this, such relaxation felt rather deliberate.
Moreover, Zheng Fan had come here intending to provoke the Qian ruler and his ministers. Since he had not managed to see any ministers and could only meet the emperor, he figured he might as well try to anger the emperor first.
However, he still needed to be careful not to get beheaded by the emperor in a fit of rage.
"I am actually like this every day; it was not a special preparation just for you."
"Your Majesty is truly in high spirits."
"What about Ji Runhao? He cannot be as carefree as I am, can he?"
