Chu Yun could tell that delivering that single line was the entire purpose of the King's visit: he knew, and wanted to rub it in their faces.
The King looked from Chu Yun to Xiao Zai in avid anticipation, eager to drink in their despair, their fear.
Chu Yun dug his fingers into Xiao Zai's thigh, grounding himself along with him.
He took his chopsticks with a pleasant smile and brought a mouthful of rice of his lips. "The rice is excellent too, cooked to perfection. The cooks outdid themselves to serve his Majesty."
On the other side of the table, Gu Wei too reached with his chopsticks for a thin slice of pork and brought it to his lips. "Yes, the food is delicious."
