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Chapter 247 Conflicting Opinions

Ying Bai gave his answer, and everyone quieted down. Some people began to nod secretly, agreeing with him.

Ying Tong was very dissatisfied and hoped that his answer was also wrong.

Unexpectedly, the King of the Fields smiled and nodded, opened the box, and found it to be empty.

Everyone then realized that there was nothing inside, so it didn't involve yin and yang, or single and double.

The concept of emptiness can be expanded or shrunk infinitely.

But how does one find and collect such a thing? Because it is inherently unpredictable and beyond one's control.

"Haha, the Crown Prince of Chu is truly exceptionally intelligent! This heavenly horse is yours." King Fenye stroked his beard and laughed. "Crown Prince of Zhao, although I have no heavenly horse to give you, I have other gifts. You were very brave today, and I admire you greatly."

Even so, Ying Tong was still unhappy.

Mingming had always been told that Ying Bai was inferior to him, but today he had lost face in front of everyone, while Ying Bai had stolen the limelight.

How could he possibly swallow this insult?!

The banquet continued, but some people had already lost their appetite.

Prince Zhao and Princess Zhao feared that because of this incident, the Emperor would think their son was inferior to Ying Bai, which would mean...

The King and Queen of Chu were filled with mixed feelings. They were naturally pleased that their son had excelled, but he had stolen the limelight from the Prince of Zhao, which was a serious matter.

The dishes served in the palace were served in a particular way, one set after another, with at least five different sets served.

While the dishes were being changed, some people went out to relieve themselves or change their clothes. Princess Zhao saw her son go out and quietly followed him.

Ying Tong hurried along, turning several corners before arriving at a secluded spot, where he struck a cypress tree with both force and force.

It was as if it was using this tree as a metaphor for hard white, venting its anger.

"Tong'er," Princess Zhao called softly as she caught up with her son, instructing her maid to keep watch. "What are you doing?"

"What can I do? What else can I do? I've already been outdone by others!" Ying Tong's hand was cut by the tree bark, and blood seeped out.

"Oh dear, my child, that must hurt so much!" Princess Zhao said tenderly, taking her handkerchief to wipe away the blood. "It was just a joke, you don't need to take it to heart. What's the big deal about a horse? Besides, indulging in frivolous things can be a waste of time, and it might not be a good thing for him to get it."

But Ying Tong was still a child, and he felt that saving face was the most important thing in the world. Besides, he had been competing with Ying Bai lately, and losing to him felt like the sky was falling. Moreover, Sang Er was also there, and when Ying Bai finally won, she smiled at him, which was so sweet.

He didn't even glance at me.

"Today is a very important day. If you look like this, won't people think you're even less than others?" Princess Zhao felt a headache coming on. "The most important thing for a man is magnanimity. Those little tricks don't matter."

But no matter what she said, Ying Tong wouldn't listen, and she hated Ying Bai even more.

When the Princess of Zhao and her son left, the Princess of Chu winked at her son.

The mother and son came out one after the other and found a quiet place to talk. "You child, how can you not remember what your father and I told you? Don't steal other people's thunder, it won't do us any good." The Queen of Chu's voice was low, but her tone was urgent.

"Mother, I had no choice. I didn't want to answer before. But Ying Tong has been wrong several times in a row. If I didn't speak up, wouldn't the King of Fenye and the others laugh at our Ying family for being good-for-nothings? I weighed the pros and cons before I spoke. It wasn't to steal his thunder!" Ying Bai said, feeling wronged. "I didn't tell you and Father many things so that you wouldn't worry. I don't know what's wrong with Ying Tong these days. He's been targeting me in every way."

Not only did he speak sarcastically, but he also picked a fight and tried to hit me. I've tolerated it time and time again, but every concession only makes him more demanding. Is there ever an end to this?

Princess Chu's eyes widened in surprise: "What? He hit you? How...how could he lay a hand on you?"

“That’s true, I don’t know where I offended him,” Ying Tong sighed.

The Queen of Chu thought for a moment and said, "How about this? After the banquet today, you can give him the horse. Just say that you guessed the last question randomly and got it right by chance. Besides, you don't usually like riding horses and shooting arrows, he does. If you give it to him, his anger will surely subside."

Unexpectedly, Ying Bai shook his head and said, "I absolutely refuse to give up this horse. I love painting horses the most, but after so many years of painting, I still can't satisfy myself."

"It's precisely because I haven't met such a fine horse that I want to be with it every day. Feeding it grass and water, talking to it... only then can I truly grasp the spirit of a horse."

"My child, you can't be so willful," the Princess Consort of Chu said, almost in tears. "If we can't compete with them, we should be humble and submissive. What if things change later..."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Her Majesty the Empress is asking where you've been." At this moment, Gong Chang'an ran over. "Hurry back and take your seats!"

"Oh, good child, thank you for telling me." Princess Chu had always liked Gong Chang'an. "When you leave the palace, come and visit our residence. You've taken good care of Bai'er in the palace."

Upon hearing this, Gong Chang'an quickly waved his hand and laughed, "Your Highness, you flatter me too much. How could it be my turn to take care of the young master? It's all the young master who has been looking after me."

"Chang'an, you usually get along very well with the two princes. If Bai'er does anything wrong, you must explain things to him." The Princess Consort of Chu was so worried about her son that she kept asking Gong Chang'an for help. "Thank you in advance. I will remember this in the future."

They returned to their seats one after the other, following Ying Tong and her son.

At this moment, Zhuolahan also appeared, her eyes red, clearly having been crying.

"Where did you run off to?!" she grabbed Gong Chang'an and questioned him.

"I...I'm going out for a walk." Gong Chang'an's wrist hurt from being gripped so tightly.

"Come out with me!" Zhuolahan was two years older than him and stronger. He dragged Gong Chang'an out like a dog.

Standing beside a holly tree, Zhuolahan asked him directly, "Gong Chang'an, do you like me? Will you marry me when you grow up?"

Gong Chang'an was startled: "What does the princess want to do? We're still too young."

“What do you mean by ‘childhood sweethearts’? Don’t you Han people have a saying, ‘childhood sweethearts’?” Zhuolahan glared at him. “Anyway, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and that will never change.”

"We Han people have a saying, 'Time reveals true feelings.'" Gong Chang'an said with some helplessness, "We've only known each other for a few days, so I can't make any promises to you."

"I don't care, I just want you to remember me!" Zhuolahan said, and then bit Gong Chang'an hard on the shoulder.

Gong Chang'an nearly fainted from the pain, gasping for breath as he asked her, "You mean you'll bite me to death if I don't agree?"