"Hmph! How could your life compare to Father's?"
The Second Prince had no idea whether this so-called "Divine Physician Hua" truly had confidence or was merely bluffing, so he could only snort in disdain.
Seeing Nie Yun regain some momentum, the Fourth Prince, as their host, naturally refused to let the Second Prince carry on throwing his weight around.
"You're a busy man, Second Brother. We didn't see you taking such an interest in the physicians we invited before. Why are you suddenly concerned about Father's illness now?"
His words could hardly have been more explicit. He all but pointed at the Second Prince's nose and called him a hypocrite.
Everyone knew that the Second Prince stood to gain the most from the emperor's critical illness. What's more, rumors were already circulating that he had caused it.
"I help shoulder Father's burdens without making a spectacle of myself like you lot, terrified that the world might not know what dutiful sons you are.
"But what became of those so-called divine physicians you invited before? Father's health didn't improve-in fact, his condition grew worse!
"Every last one was a useless fool, yet you treated them as honored guests.
"If you ask me, you're either grasping at straws or harboring ulterior motives."
"Hmph! We all know perfectly well who's harboring ulterior motives!
"At least we tried. Unlike you, Second Brother, who gave up without even trying. You're certainly taking it all very calmly.
"You weren't this eager the last few times. Now that we've found hope of curing Father, you come rushing over to mock us. Could it be that you don't want Father to recover?"
The Eighth Prince, who practically had the green glow of a cuckold shining above his head, was even less polite.
If looks could kill, the Second