The spring hunting banquet was filled with clinking cups and joyful dance and music.
However, amidst the undercurrents, guests occasionally stole glances at the Crown Prince and Prince Fu, with no one truly able to drink at ease. In previous years, guests would actively propose toasts to the Crown Prince, offering pleasant courtesies.
But this year, it was different, as the Crown Prince sat behind the table, pouring his own drinks.
Chen Ji glanced sideways, noting the Crown Prince's ever-gentle demeanor, akin to jade, unbothered even when Prince Fu took the main seat. Could such a person be truly so ruthless?
Yes.
Chen Ji only trusted his own judgment.
As he pondered, Prince Fu suddenly stood up, carrying a jug of wine as he left the main seat. Draped in a black official robe, he stood in front of the Crown Prince's table, casting a large shadow.
The guests beside the Crown Prince rose one by one, pretending to find others to toast to, leaving a large space between the two.
