Chu Mo grinned, walked over to a pavilion at the side, and took a seat on a long bench. He patted the bench and said, "Aren't you tired from standing while talking, Prince? Come and sit, don't be shy!"
Xia Jing scowled at Chu Mo, walking over and sitting at the other end of the bench. "Chu Mo," he said, "if I'd known what a troublesome brat you are, I wouldn't have let you get away alive no matter what!"
"You didn't want me to escape alive in the first place, I just got lucky! Also, look how nice it is to talk like this, everybody being open, doesn't communication feel much more pleasant?" Chu Mo sat there, taking a deep breath: "Being in the prince's residence is truly unique, even the air is so fresh."
"I'm not pleased! My mansion is in chaos because of you! All my valuable plants, selling you wouldn't even cover the loss!" Xia Jing glared at Chu Mo, still fuming.
"What's the big deal? To the wealthy Prince, such small losses are inconsequential." Chu Mo casually smiled.
