"Shut up, shut up!" Jiang Ruobai, having his insecurities poked, couldn't help but get furious, "Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't dig into people's scars? Would she have been lured away by a pig's trotter seller if it hadn't been for you always buying her street food?"
"You blame me because you couldn't take good care of the child?"
"Yes, I blame you, it's all your fault!"
Those two big shots, who could sway the winds of the Imperial Court, were both red-faced and neck-thick at this moment, as if they would love to strangle each other and have a fight.
It wasn't until Madam Ge appeared that this fierce argument was stopped.
Under her gentle persuasion, both big shots sat down in the study, talked calmly about the affairs of the Imperial Court, and discussed the war between Silla and Rouran.
In the end, Jiang Ruobai asked about Gucheng, and Jiang Mubai wondered, "What, even you have started to worry about Gucheng?"
