Prince Li, the three of the Left and Right Vice Ministers of the Ministry of Rites stayed together.
They certainly didn't act like those other officials. Even if they were in a tea house, they carried their own air of nobility, the image of scholar-officials.
"Gurgle"
"Gurgle gurgle"
"…"
The three were originally chatting, but as they talked, their stomachs began to sing.
The three of them felt a bit embarrassed.
Prince Li, noble as a prince, used to be absorbed in poetry and painting in the Capital City, elegant and amorous, usually such a dignified and refined individual.
The Ministry of Rites is most particular about various etiquettes, speak no evil, see no evil, do no evil...
But now?
They wished to maintain their demeanor and image, but couldn't control their stubborn guts.
Finally, Left Vice Minister Song Bing awkwardly said, "This official is a bit hungry, losing propriety, I hope Your Highness doesn't mind!"
