Jiang Wang glared fiercely at the clueless Qiao Lin and waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.
Qiao the General, who had diligently been working but was not rewarded, left feeling rather aggrieved. Serving a marquis is like serving a monkey; his moods are too fickle.
"Ha!" In the room, Jiang Wang looked at Yuwen Ze somewhat awkwardly: "What a coincidence, right?"
Yuwen Ze's smile was insincere: "It is quite a coincidence... When did Prince Zhaotu come?"
"Just this morning, he had a chat with me and even gave me a horse." Jiang Wang laughed dryly: "It turns out last time he was just teasing me."
Yuwen Ze had a hurt expression on his face: "Why do you do this?"
"Do what?"
"You befriend me openly, yet secretly, privately..."
"Hey wait, don't make it sound like I did something shameful." Jiang Wang interrupted: "As an envoy engaging with your country's prince, it's quite reasonable, isn't it?"
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
