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"Fang Qian! You've gone too far!" Xu Zifeng finally snapped. Forgetting all about tailing Li Chen, he began arguing with Fang Qian at the street corner outside the Ministry of Personnel. They traded barbs and attacked each other, drawing sidelong glances from passing pedestrians.

The farce continued for quite some time, until an official emerged from the Ministry of Personnel to intervene. Only then did the two reluctantly stop.

Fang Qian snorted coldly, swept his sleeve back, and left.

Xu Zifeng remained where he was, his chest heaving. It took a long while before he gradually calmed down.

Once he had calmed down, an inexplicable sense of bewilderment rose in his heart.

He was Xu Zifeng, the illustrious Heir of the Prince of the South, a favored son of heaven. He should have stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation, looking down upon all others. To put it bluntly, a few years ago, he had even wanted to become emperor himself.

Yet now, why had he ended up arguing in the street like a common shrew with a lowborn official like Fang Qian over a question like "who enjoyed His Majesty's favor more"?

It felt like two dogs vying for affection, baring their teeth at each other where their master could not see them, showing off whose retrieved bone was bigger and tastier, each trying to prove that he was the one their master liked best.

At that comparison, Xu Zifeng could not help shuddering, a trace of bitterness and self-mockery appearing on his face.

He shook his head and gazed in the direction where Li Chen had long since disappeared. A jumble of emotions churned within him, and he no longer had any desire to keep following.

Just as Xu Zifeng, thoroughly dispirited, was about to head home,