"Third brother, your nose is really sharp," the Eldest Prince Zhu Xuan said with a smile as he reluctantly rose to his feet to welcome the Third Prince Zhu Kun to the banquet. "The feast has just started, and here you are, drawn by the scent!"
Even though Eldest Prince Zhu Xuan was unwilling to do so, he still stood up and greeted Third Prince Zhu Kun with a smile.
Their fake smiles made Ye Zhen frown deeply.
To live like this must be exhausting; being a martial artist is so much better.
As long as you're strong enough, you can do what you want—laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry. No need for so many false faces.
With the arrival of Third Prince Zhu Kun, many princes and nobles at the banquet started to look uncomfortable.
"Big brother, it's not that I have a sharp nose; it's just that my home is so quiet compared to your lively gathering. . . ."
A few words from Third Prince Zhu Kun turned the atmosphere of the banquet cold.
