Zhao Yunrang had none of a nobleman's bearing. His robe hung half open, exposing a fairly robust chest. Sitting there, he tore apart a chicken with both hands, getting grease everywhere, with scraps of meat stuck in his beard. At the same time, he took huge gulps of wine, his beard and hair bristling, looking rather wild and uninhibited.
Wang Yan walked over, bowed to Zhao Yunrang, and sat across from him. "Your Highness seems to be having trouble holding back."
"I arrived first and have already been sitting here for two quarters of an hour." Zhao Yunrang glanced at him and continued eating meat and drinking wine.
Wang Yan shook his head. "That is merely Your Highness's wishful thinking. No one will care when you arrived. They will only notice that Your Highness happened to appear here by coincidence. Earlier, I found it strange that my little page suddenly said he wanted roast chicken. Now it seems Your Highness must have arranged for someone to mention it in his ear. Your Highness's methods are truly impressive. This humble official greatly admires them."
This old man was even using psychology to make him come over of his own accord. To accomplish that, he had to understand Little Pillar's personality, understand the way Wang Yan and Little Pillar interacted, and observe and grasp the relationship between master and servant over a long period. Only then could he think to egg Little Pillar on and use him to lure Wang Yan here. There really was something to the old man.
Zhao Yunrang smiled without answering, instead explaining on his own, "I have some connection with you. During the festivals these past few years, we have exchanged gifts. What happened at Fan Tower was known to all. Would I need to pick a