"..."
The smile on Chu Wenzong's face froze.
Who brought their own incense when they came to offer incense? Couldn't she spare him two sticks?
If he asked his younger sister, she would probably mock him. With his pride getting in the way, Chu Wenzong continued without hesitation:
"Bring me nine sticks of the thickest incense you have!"
If quality wouldn't do, he would make up for it with quantity!
He, the Supreme Sovereign himself, would offer nine sticks of incense to the God of Wealth. Surely that could rival the girl's three sticks?
"Yes."
The young monk soon returned carrying nine sticks of incense.
Fu Kang, standing nearby, took one look and immediately lowered his head.
In this love-hate battle between the Emperor and the Elder Princess, at this very moment...
The Emperor had lost yet again...
"They're this thin?"
Chu Wenzong couldn't help frowning.
He had never noticed anything amiss when burning incense before.
Now, looking again at the thickest incense commonly used in this temple, he realized all nine sticks together were only as thick as a single stick in his imperial sister's hand!!!
Aggrieved. Utterly aggrieved!
In the end.
Chu Wenzong still patiently lit the incense and inserted all nine sticks into the bronze cauldron.
As he watched the faint smoke rise, the few wisps dispersed before they even reached the height of Chu Youning's half-burned sticks. His mood grew even less pleasant.
But there was nothing else he could do.
He could only look at the God of Wealth and slowly say, "Though my incense cannot compare to my imperial sister's, she and I are blood relatives, after all. Today, I shall pay my respects to you with these nine sticks, borrowing hers as well. If wealth flows smoothly my way in the future, I