Prince Dai and Prince Chu's supporters started a verbal skirmish regarding this year's spring plowing. Most of Prince Chu's supporters were civil officials, skilled in eloquence, while most of Prince Dai's were military officers, naturally no match for the eloquence of Prince Chu's people. Unable to win the argument, they resorted to foul language.
Zhao Yao listened with great interest, eager to applaud them.
The early morning audience was about to begin, and Prince Dai led the way to Zichen Hall.
Once the officials were properly in place, the Emperor appeared with a yawn.
"Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."
"Please rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhao Yao bent his waist, keeping his head low, standing behind Prince Wei.
"Brother Eight, you cover me well." Brother Eight was too thin and a little short, making it difficult to shield him properly. However, as long as he hunched his shoulders, Brother Eight could just about cover him.
