"Come on, brother. Have a seat."
Xu Xiaojun stood at the center of pavillion, where a jade chairs and round jade table were placed, and pointed at the wooden chair brought by one of his underlings.
Everyone almost chuckled at that.
This is an open conspiracy.
If the Fourth Prince got mad, the Crown Prince can act that as if the fourth prince wasn't respecting him.
But if he dared agree, it will be incredibly humiliating, being the only one to seat on wooden chair that looks like it could snap any second while others sat on expensive looking jade chairs.
Xu Jingshan stared at the chair, then to Xu Xiaojun who was grinning.
But before he could make a choice, a commotion sudden broke the tension.
"Look! Look! It's them! It's really them!"
"Are they also planning on attending the meeting!?"
The atmosphere within the Myriad Dao Pavilion, already strained by the cold confrontation between the Imperial Princes, reached a fever pitch of anticipation.
