"What a blind fool of a slave. When I am speaking here, who are you to hurry me along?"
Ding Buxing immediately lowered his head. "This servant would not dare."
"Would not dare?"
Ji Chengjing sneered. "Your Directorate of Ceremonial has certainly grown more imposing lately, throwing rules in people's faces at every turn. In your eyes, am I not even allowed to stand outside Heaven-Bearing Gate for a while?"
Ding Buxing kept his head bowed. "Your Highness, you put it too strongly. This servant is merely on duty under orders. I dare neither spoil Your Highness's pleasure nor neglect the Imperial Court's ceremonial protocol."
Ji Chengjing stared at him for a moment, then finally seemed to recover some of his dignity as an imperial prince and gave a heavy snort.
"Forget it. I cannot be bothered to argue with a slave like you."
With that, he turned to Qing Chen. "Naturally, I cannot compare to my elder brothers. You overseas barbarian cultivator know nothing of etiquette. All I did today was offer a few casual pointers, yet you made it sound as though I intended to use my imperial father's sacred will to pressure you."
Qing Chen simply could not be bothered with him.
Seeing his attitude made Ji Chengjing even more uncomfortable, but Ding Buxing had already offered him a way down, and he did not want to keep entangling himself in this before the Directorate of Ceremonial, the Iron Household, and the officials guarding Heaven-Bearing Gate.
So he swept his sleeve and said coldly, "I will not hold this against you today. Now that you have entered Capital City, learn Divine Capital's rules properly, or you will suffer without even knowing how it happened."
Qing Chen still could not be bothered to respond. He had already killed