The Emperor of Xiyun felt even more aggrieved, "Don't think I can't see why you suddenly stopped talking to me; it really wasn't my fault, it was all Chengyu. If you're angry, you should be angry at Chengyu alone. I was just going with the flow—"
Xiao Changyi gave him a chilly look, which made the Emperor of Xiyun immediately clam up. No, rather he immediately changed his tune, "Alright, it was my fault. I shouldn't have promoted Jingjing without saying a word to you. I apologize to you, I promise there won't be a next time, okay?"
Xiao Changyi didn't answer, he just drank his tea.
The Emperor of Xiyun watched for a while, then let his shoulders slump in defeat, "Fine, continue to be angry then, but just tell me, how long do you plan to be angry with me? Give me a deadline, so at least I have something to look forward to."
Xiao Changyi didn't speak, but he did hold up three fingers.
