The Hall of Mental Cultivation was deathly quiet, save for the exceptionally noisy snoring of the Seventh Prince. It sounded like a carpenter sawing wood. Shunzi cast an impatient glance toward him; the Seventh Prince was sleeping comfortably enough, but it was hindering his own master from reviewing the memorials. It truly was a pity the Emperor could not return to see just how hopeless the Seventh Prince was.
Rong Jiu felt a flare of irritation as he looked at the Seventh Prince’s oblivious, sleeping form. If only this fool possessed even a modicum of situational awareness, he wouldn't be sleeping so soundly. At the very least, he should be putting on an act in front of the Crown Prince.
With the Crown Prince present, Rong Jiu could not be too reckless and had to suppress his temper. He lightly tapped the Seventh Prince to wake him, whispering, "Your Highness, you must review the memorials." Inside, his hostility was surging, leaving him in a state of extreme agitation. Looking at the Seventh Prince’s smooth, pale neck, he felt a sudden, violent urge to snap it.
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