"Commandery Prince, Miss Lici is naturally blessed with good fortune," the Butler consoled incessantly, "She is a fortunate child, and no matter where she goes, she will never lack food. What's more, Master Yunyang has raised Miss Lici for the competition among the saints after the Emperor's son's contest concludes. By then, she will surely return."
"Very well, very well, I, this prince, will manage the White Cloud Tower well, earn more money, and store more exquisite and top-grade delicacies, just waiting for that girl to come back for a feast," Heng Commandery Prince seemed to find new motivation, his demeanor suddenly radiant once again.
"Come, come, come, let this prince see who will take first place this time, whether it's Shangguan Yunhong or Fang Yaowu who has the last laugh."
By this time, the Big Stomach King competition was nearing its end.
Heng Commandery Prince, too, cast aside his various emotions and focused on the climax of the match.