An Imperial Banquet concluded. Everyone returned home, each seeking their advisors.
Prince Qi sat in his study, a dark expression on his face, addressing his advisers with a cold tone: "What does Jhin Mo mean? Just arrived and already stirring trouble. Is he here to discuss cooperation and celebrate the Imperial Grandmother's birthday, or to cause issues?"
"Calm down, Your Highness," Mr. Pang, his trusted adviser, said: "His Majesty values the trade route between the two countries greatly. It is not wise to fall out with His Highness the Prince Jin at this time. Otherwise, if the trade discussions don't go smoothly, who knows if His Majesty might blame you?"
Prince Qi was choked, kicking the chair beside him: "Is it I who wanted to fall out with him? I went to toast him, and he spoke in such a sarcastic manner. You didn't see the Crown Prince's look at me; it was as icy as chills."
Everyone exchanged looks; their prince was truly too young and could not hold his temper.
