Prince Heng's expression froze. Raising a disciple like Lici really did seem far from easy. Helplessly, he changed the subject. "Yunyang, how much do you think a chicken is worth?"
"That depends on where it is and how big the chicken is." Master Yunyang replied at leisure, "In an ordinary farming household, it would cost as little as sixty or seventy jiao, or at most one or two Big Copper coins. But here in your White Cloud Pavilion, its value immediately rises by more than a hundredfold. A mere dish of Eight-Treasure Braised Chick Phoenix costs dozens of gold."
At this point, Master Yunyang paused and secretly glanced at Prince Heng. "But in that barren Nine Absolutes Land, after going three months without food or water, that chicken would be priceless. Your Highness, one must learn gratitude~~"
Gratitude my ass!
Prince Heng's face twitched violently. He was nearly driven to curse without regard for his dignity, his face darkening as he said, "That may be true, but when we carried out that Sacred Land training mission together, you secretly hid a great many chickens."
"What does my having lots of chickens have to do with anything? I'm only asking whether you ate my chickens or not." Master Yunyang rolled his eyes.
"I did!"
Prince Heng was helpless.
Had he known Yunyang would record it in his little notebook for hundreds of years, he would never have eaten that chicken even if it killed him.
"Think about it. I even let you eat such precious chickens." Master Yunyang stroked his beard. "And now, I'm merely bringing my disciple to stay at the tavern you run for a little while. Why must you be like this? Why indeed~~~"
A little while?
They had stayed in one breath for five whole years, and