Qi Junyou felt a sharp sting. The barb he had thrown had been turned back on him, driven in deeper than before, leaving him thoroughly uncomfortable.
Who exactly was Qi Junmu trying to sicken with these words? he fumed inwardly. The snow disaster in Qingzhou had taken lives too — it wasn't as if I had spent my days in pleasure and never tasted hardship. How could he speak to me like that?
Qi Junmu hadn't talked like this as a child. Now that he is emperor, it seems his tongue has been dipped in poison.