Zhong Tianyi had left.
Zhong Daolong picked up the whiskey decanter and poured himself a large glass, tilted his head back, and drained the contents in one gulp.
Chen Fenglei hastily brought over a plate of thin sun-dried venison ham, cautioning him, "Drink slower, drinking too quickly is bad for your health."
Zhong Daolong grabbed two slices of the ham and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing loudly as golden grease oozed from the corners of his mouth, he said, "What father wouldn't want to get thoroughly drunk in a situation like this?"
"Poor are the hearts of all parents in the world," Chen Fenglei looked equally worried, after all, the master's problems were his problems too, he said, "The King needs to be more open-minded, children have disputes all the time, they resolve them and that's the end of it… Didn't the Second Prince just say so? Who could seriously hold it in their hearts?"
Zhong Daolong looked at Chen Fenglei with a knowing ey, asking, "Do you believe that?"
