Even someone as careless as Cui Lansong noticed the subtle atmosphere between Xie Jue and Fang Chuning and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fang, did you have a quarrel with the Prince?"
"Does our Prince ever quarrel with anyone? He just gives the silent treatment." Fang Chuning couldn't help but complain, usually being reticent and fond of quiet. When angry, he could go days without speaking a word. If not for having to handle official duties, he probably wouldn't want to say a single word. During breakfast, no matter how much he provoked him, he wouldn't spare him even a glance, let alone a word.
Fang Chuning was unfazed, having long since become adept at handling Xie Jue's temperament.
"The Prince never gives us the silent treatment; he answers whatever we ask. You're just asking for it, always provoking him. His temper is much better than the Emperor's."
