After the songs ended and the dancing stopped, the generals took the girls away to bathe and sleep. Yang Guang kept Wang Yan and Yuwen Huaji behind to talk.
Yuwen Huaji had learned to behave himself by now. He could not outcurse Wang Yan's foul mouth, so he simply ignored him. Otherwise, he would only be the one suffering. After all, he could not beat Wang Yan, nor could he curse better than him. And if he tried to tamper with Wang Yan's businesses, given Wang Yan's nerve in openly challenging Yuwen Shu, he might very well set his sights on the Yuwen Clan's enterprises and go after them directly.
Wang Yan did not have much to lose anyway. His family fortune was thin, and he feared nothing. The Yuwen Clan, on the other hand, had a whole household to support. They could not afford to be dragged into such trouble.
So Yuwen Huaji lowered his banner and ceased his drums, regretting how loose his tongue had been before.
And since Yuwen Huaji was not looking for trouble, Wang Yan could not be bothered to curse at him. He simply drank the fresh soup prepared by the Prince's residence cooks and ate. It had been specifically prepared to fill their stomachs and help them sleep, lest they only drink wine and barely touch the dishes during the banquet.
Watching Wang Yan eat and drink so carefreely, Yang Guang also took a large sip of the delicious fresh soup.
He asked, "Ziyan, were you angry today?"
"Not angry, exactly. Just uncomfortable." Wang Yan looked indignant. "Who the hell does Yang Su think he is? Does he think he can point fingers at me like Yuwen Huaji? It was only because Your Highness was there. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? Were you going to