Whatever was said, Fan Xian couldn’t remember, but he did remember drinking a lot. He also remembered being asked by the many officials present to write a couple of poems to commemorate the event, some of which held genuinely good intentions, while others were simply being greedy. Regardless of how much he drank, Fan Xian adhered to his vow of withdrawing from the world of poetry—he forced a smile and declined.
During the feast, the guests from Jing Palace finally arrived, and all of the officials stood to greet them.
King Jing had always liked the brat Fan Xian. Seeing his flamboyant outfit today, he said, "What kind of outfit is that?"
Fan Xian knew King Jing’s temperament. He smiled and said, "May I ask how Your Highness dressed on the day of your wedding?"
Crown Prince Jing lowered his voice and said, "Probably worse than you."
King Jing cursed out, "When I married, you didn’t even exist. What the hell do you know?"
