"Prince Seven, you are joking." King Chu tried to lighten the mood.
"Who's joking with you? Am I familiar with you?" Chu Suifeng rudely rejected his words.
Chu Suiyun was silenced and could not utter a word.
"Prince Seven, negotiation is about 'talking', don't rush." King Rui replied amiably.
"You all are bullying this prince. Do I need to be polite with you?" Chu Suifeng was quite domineering, not giving them any face at all.
Well, now even the good-tempered King Rui had nothing to say.
Seeing the three of them at a stalemate, Marquis Li hurried to mediate, "Your Highnesses, please come inside. It's cold outside, the house is warmer."
Chu Suifeng shot him a cold glance, and Marquis Li's words were instantly "frozen."
"It's cold outside, get in the carriage quickly. Rest at the Wang Residence, I will bring you back when the funeral is over." Chu Suifeng, after fastening the belt of Lin Ziyin's cloak, gently reminded her.