"I disagree, I disagree!"
The Jing Prince swung his hand forcefully, sending the Buddha-Jumps-over-the-Wall soup that had just been placed before him crashing to the ground. With a loud smash, fragments and soup splattered across the floor.
Huang Bao quickly dropped to his knees, repeatedly saying:
"Calm down, Your Highness. Don't be angry, Your Highness. After all, it's your birthday—a day blessed with boundless fortune and longevity as enduring as the Southern mountains. Year after year, today is celebrated; age upon age, this moment is cherished."
Upon hearing this, the Jing Prince's neck stiffened again. He slapped the edge of the bed heavily and roared in fury, "What birthday? What 'year after year, today is celebrated; age upon age, this moment is cherished'?!"
"Your humble servant was wrong! There is no today year after year, no moment age upon age!"
"You mangy servant, are you cursing me to drop dead?!"
