The masters were talking, and a maid interrupted them—you would never see such a thing anywhere else.

But Gao Chengwei knew that Ji Fengyao doted on this girl. Even if he felt a moment of displeasure, he didn't show it, only his voice was a little cold: "Not at all."

The magpie sensed his coldness and pouted.

Who do you think you are?!

If they really started fighting, who knows who would beat whom to the ground!

Upon hearing Gao Chengwei's veiled disdain for his sparrow, Wuhen could no longer hold back and immediately said in a sinister tone, "Then what are you doing here as the Emperor's most loyal dog? Do you know you can't win and are asking us to help you put on an act? You're overthinking it. The capital is a place full of ingrates. Our prince would rather die than go back there."

"Who asked you for anything? It's not your place to interrupt when the master is speaking!" Several imperial guards around Gao Chengwei usually served in the palace and were treated as superiors at home. They had never been subjected to such sarcastic and mocking treatment before, and immediately retorted.

Upon hearing this, Wuying retorted indifferently, "Aren't you just a lackey yourself, acting as if you're superior to anyone else? Isn't this interrupting, or is it barking?"

The Imperial Guard who retorted was speechless, his face turning red and white as he couldn't utter a word.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little tense and awkward.

However, neither Shang Xiye nor Ji Fengyao intended to suppress their own people. The two of them lowered their heads to drink tea, and even their movements of stirring the foam on the surface of the water with the lids were perfectly synchronized.

Gao Chengwei: "..."

Imperial Guards: "..."

You two are, after all, a prince and princess of noble status. Is it really necessary to be so obviously biased?

But Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao seemed quite satisfied with the tea in their cups, even squinting their eyes to savor its aroma and flavor, paying no attention to anything else.

Gao Chengwei pursed his lips, coughed lightly, and had no choice but to break the awkward silence, saying, "Alright, stop arguing. We didn't come here to fight."

"Arguing?" Ji Fengyao opened her half-closed phoenix eyes, looking innocent and naive: "Who's arguing again? Hehehe, Lord Gao, our kids have bad tempers. If they say something unpleasant, just let it go in one ear and out the other. They're all spoiled by me and the Prince."

Gao Chengwei: You've spoiled them rotten, aren't you going to do anything about it?!

Ji Fengyao: She only spoils them, she doesn't discipline them!

The twenty-seven-year-old child, Wuying: Who told me that the princess's status is so intimidating? Let him be a child!

Wuhen, a 26-year-old boy: The sparrow is still being raised at your house, so whatever you say goes.

"Then what are you here for?" Shang Xiye's tone also became a bit indifferent.

Gao Chengwei understood immediately; he was clearly standing up for his own children.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little envious:

Those who work under the same royal family are so fortunate to have their master so protective of them.

As for him, if he did well, he would only be rewarded with two ingots of silver; if he did poorly, he could lose his head at any time.

If there are grievances, he has to suffer them for his master first; if there is joy, it belongs to his master, not him.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy!

Then consider the emperor's recent behavior and the terrible task he was given this time;

In his impulsiveness, Gao Chengwei even wished he could persuade the Ninth Prince to overthrow the throne and become his master, so that he could also take the opportunity to swear allegiance to the Ninth Prince.

But he couldn't.

The Gao family's motto is to be loyal only to the Emperor of Da Zhao, no matter who the emperor is.