When Nie Yun cut in, Prince Duobo turned a gloomy gaze on him, his voice carrying a chill.
"Receiving the Emperor's invitation only means your luck is decent. But luck... cannot stay with you forever. Keep a low profile when it is time to keep a low profile, and do what you should do! Stick your neck out too far, and you may not even know how it gets chopped off!"
For this birthday banquet, he had prepared years in advance and spared no expense. He had thought he could succeed in one stroke, claim first place, make everyone look at him in a new light, and stomp fiercely on Prince Ru Xia and Prince Liu Mu... Yet who would have thought that he would only place third!
Although he had still trampled Prince Ru Xia and Prince Liu Mu beneath him, he felt no satisfaction whatsoever. Instead, he was filled with stifled resentment.
For that very reason, he was full of hatred toward this "first place." The more he looked, the more displeased he became. Then Nie Yun had targeted his subordinate, "Ye Xin," and he could no longer hold back. His tone was utterly impolite, laced instead with a threat.
"There is no green grass by the riverbank!"
Nie Yun could not be bothered wasting words on his threat and spoke blandly.
"You..."
Prince Duobo's brows furrowed, and rage surged up at once.
Nie Yun had just used those words on Old Master Ye, and the meaning had been obvious: he was blaming him for butting in when he had no business doing so. Now he used the same words again, with an equally simple purpose—you are also a chatty donkey, so stop sticking your nose in!
Indeed, when the two had made their wager earlier, why had