"Father, whose taste is this? It's so tacky!"
Crown Prince Fu Yuesheng criticized without any reservation.
As soon as Prince Yan heard this, he hammered the crown prince on the head and bellowed, "Scram! You brat, what do you know! Go stand over there."
Ji Ruyan never tired of watching the interaction between this father and son duo.
These two were like two odd flowers, one knowing full well the other had a quick temper, the other seemingly courting trouble every time, only to be abused. That seemed to satisfy him.
"Father, it really is tacky! I'm not wrong!"
Crown Prince Fu Yuesheng was not content and continued to protest.
Prince Yan got angry and kicked at him, "You shut your mouth, boy! Do you think I want the Prince Mansion to be this vulgar? If it weren't for your wedding, would I have bothered to this extent? This bright red is for your marriage! Even if you find it annoying, you still have to swallow it down. If you dare to whine again, I'll chop you!"
