Seeing Prince An’s face contorted with rage, Wan Qianyi immediately served the lotus seed soup she had brought.
Prince An was in no mood to drink; he shoved the bowl away. If this situation were not handled properly, he would have no idea how to answer to the Emperor. Lately, everything had been going wrong; his luck was abysmal.
"Your Highness," Wan Qianyi said, kneading his shoulders with well-meaning care, "I have noticed how thin you’ve grown since we returned to the capital. Why don’t we return to our fiefdom? We could be happy and at peace there."
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