The Fourth Prince slowly turned around; as they say, when enemies meet, their eyes are particularly red.
With one remaining eye, he glared at Long Rui like a venomous snake.
"Why? Haven't seen the Fourth Prince in a few days, and even his style has changed? Is wearing an eye patch suddenly fashionable this year?" The words were filled with sarcasm.
The Fourth Prince glared gloomily at Long Rui and said in a strange tone, "Wearing an eye patch is still better than the War Prince wearing a mask."
Implied in his words, no matter his state, he still looked better than the War Prince.
Long Rui couldn't be bothered with him, took large strides to the center of the hall, lifted the hem of his robes, and sat on the Taishi Chair, coldly stating, "You haven't come here today just to exchange verbal jabs, right, Fourth Prince?"
"Certainly not."
"Oh? Then quickly state your business; I'm quite busy."
"If the Prince is busy, then go ahead. I came specifically to find Madam Situ."
