Yu Linglan felt he was being deeply despised, because Yu Changkong's gaze was utterly unrestrained, clearly saying that he was blind in both eyes and heart.
He glanced toward Prince Zhao, impatience flickering in his eyes.
Prince Zhao inadvertently met Yu Linglan's gaze; a chill ran down his spine, his hairs stood on end, and his heart fluttered with panic.
But in just a moment he calmed down again. Yu Boyin was his strategist, not his Laozi—he, a堂堂Prince, had no need to be so afraid of him, did he?
Besides, Yu Boyin had been by his side for several years and hadn't produced any particularly dazzling results. Aside from getting his fief to pick up a bit, if he really had such ability, he would have helped him onto the Crown Prince's seat long ago, no?
Look at his cousin Yu Changkong: assisting Qi Qian—how long has it been, and he's already been enfeoffed as a Prince.
No wonder the man was the Number One Young Master, while Yu Boyin was merely the second.
