"Qi'er, you are the Crown Prince. How can you bicker with someone like this? Have you forgotten what your Imperial Father taught you just yesterday?" Consort Yuan chided.
Sang Qi snorted indignantly and glared at her. 'You damn fatty, just you wait.'
Ye Qianning gave an insolent smirk and shrugged. 'Bring it on if you're not afraid to die.'
"Heh heh, Miss Xiang is truly exceptionally talented. I heard your score on the last monthly exam was among the top, even a little higher than the Crown Prince's. Is that true?" the Empress chimed in at the perfect moment.
The anger Sang Qi had just managed to suppress flared up again.
Consort Yuan's expression grew even gloomier. 'The Empress is clearly trying to humiliate the Crown Prince.'
"A single monthly exam means nothing," Consort Yuan said. "The Eighth Prince has studied at Lou Mountain for years and always ranked at the top, yet he still failed this time around."
"Indeed. The Crown Prince will have to try harder next time."
