Wang Yiming was in a great mood; the plan was progressing smoothly.
Xue Gui's mood was so-so—not good or bad. Although he was being pressured by the Xuanqing Guard at every turn, everything was still under his control, with his own calculations in mind.
The only one whose mood was terrible, and getting worse, was Yang Lin.
It was like two people are trading verbal blows, each holding back just enough, but the spit and venom end up splattering all over a background board nearby. And that board happens to have a Prince's name hanging from it...
Yang Lin was irritable, easily angered, and extremely sensitive. His advisors understood him well—at least the persona he presented. He was smart but hated thinking deeply. The only redeeming quality was his generosity towards those under him; anyone who entered his service, whether heavily favored or not, would get handsome rewards. And he'd never punish someone for their words.
But Yang Lin was by no means an easy master to serve.
