"Hey, big fool, don't you think there's something wrong with the prince's taste? Apart from everything else when hosting guests, he even put a big plate of corn cakes in the middle?"
The tea was excellent, and the fruits were abundant, but this big plate of cornbread seemed a bit too abrupt.
Fanli didn't mind at all, continually picking up the cornbread and stuffing it into his mouth. He had a big appetite and got hungry fast. Small fruit plates were too much trouble to eat, so he still felt the cornbread was substantial.
When the sword maid asked the question, Fanli responded:
"In the early years, the Sixth Prince's life was so poor that he almost couldn't get by. My lord sent us to bring him a huge cart of cornmeal, which helped him through that crisis."
"Oh, is that so? So is this cornbread a symbol of friendship between our lord and the Sixth Prince?"
Fanli hesitated for a moment, then seriously nodded.
