The once-in-four-year Four Nations Gathering always boosts business in restaurants, inns and other related industries, and many businessmen take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune. The earnings during this period alone are enough to keep them well-fed and well-dressed for three years.

As the host country, Siyou Kingdom has a greater responsibility than the other three countries and has a long way to go.

What they are responsible for is not only the safety of their own country, but also the safety of these foreign guests. In previous years, no one dared to take on this hot potato. However, this year, Wei Yuchen, the king of Siyou State, had already given this "glorious" task to Wei Jie without even waiting for him to return to Beijing. Whether it was reception or preparation, Wei Jie was fully responsible for all the work.

When Wei Jie dragged his weak body back to Siyou Kingdom, more than half a month had passed. Before he could even catch his breath, the chief eunuch beside the emperor had already come to his door and announced the imperial decree.

Even someone as powerful as Wei Jie could not openly resist the imperial edict. Even though Qingchen was furious, he could not change the established facts.

"He did it on purpose. I can see that this bastard can't stand seeing you doing well. He is not happy that you are lucky enough to come back, so he is trying to make things difficult for you. If you do a good job this time, he won't reward you. But on the contrary, if you mess up, he will probably find a lot of reasons to make things difficult for you. Brother Qi, how can you accept such a troublesome task? Are you stupid? Can't you use your body to shirk responsibility?"

Qingchen was so angry that he was about to explode. Because of his anger, he would turn around and roar a few words every two steps he took.

On the other hand, the protagonist was lying on the bed carelessly, flipping through a book slowly, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

After a long time, Qingchen, who got no response, became depressed. He sat down, held the teacup and drank a few gulps of it, then looked at Wei Jie with a resentful face.

Even without looking up, Wei Jie knew what his brother was thinking, but he was too lazy to respond. As for the other three, they did not have the courage like Qingchen to criticize their master in person. The only thing they could do was to remain silent with their master.

In fact, this was not the first time they had faced such a scene, and the master's natural reaction was just like that. There was no point in saying more, so it would be better not to say anything from the beginning. No matter how they tried, the result would be the same.

He is the king of this country, with supreme power. Now is not the time for their prince to confront him. Since he cannot do it yet, why should he go against the imperial power? Just do whatever he wants. The biggest insult to him is to let him find no fault with it and have no place to vent his anger.

This is the confrontation under cold violence.

"Seventh Brother, please say something. Do you want to suffocate me to death?"

Qingchen was feeling really uncomfortable, so he put down the teacup and glared at Wei Jie with dissatisfaction.