In a certain residence in the capital, a certain lavishly furnished room was a wreck.

The Fifth Prince's eyes were red. He looked like a mad pig that knows it is to be slaughtered for the New Year.

Bang!!!

An expensive vase flew across the room, struck the wall and went to pieces.

The Right Chancellor stood in the doorway, at a relatively safe distance, and watched the raving Fifth Prince with his brows drawn together.

"It would do no good even if you burned this house to the ground."

The Fifth Prince stopped in the middle of his raving.

He stood there sucking in air in great wheezing breaths, and after a while he actually did calm down.

He set up the chair he had kicked over and dropped into it.

His fat body drew a groan out of the chair, as though the chair were about to come apart.

He looked at the Right Chancellor. "All in all, you could say we succeeded."

"Our purpose was to force Ning Chen down to the southern frontier and turn his stomach along the way. We just didn't manage the stomach-turning part."

The Right Chancellor said flatly, "He is indeed going to the southern frontier, but not because we forced him. He is going because he wants to."

"As for turning his stomach... hah. It was our own stomachs that got turned about as far as they would go."

The Fifth Prince's face was cold and dark. "I have to admit it. That trick of Ning Chen's, turning our own plan against us, was very handsomely played."

"I have to admit he is a fit opponent."

"But going down to the southern frontier of his own accord this time is a stinking move... If he dares go, he shouldn't count on coming back alive."

The Right Chancellor's brows drew tight. Something in him would not settle. Ning Chen was far too uncanny.

Ning Chen came out of the palace and went back to the Ning residence first. Then he mounted his beloved Diaochan and came clopping along to the Ministry of…