Snow Melts Endlessly

Xie Qinghan If we were talking about who in Shen State had the word "respect" engraved in his bones the most, Jiangnan Crown Prince Ji Xuerong would be ranked second, and no one would dare to be ranked first. The strange thing is that in this huge Shen Kingdom, except for the king Shen Zhiyan, almost no one else can fall into his eyes Ji Xuerong. Others gossiped behind his back that he was arrogant and arrogant. When Ji Xuerong heard this, he only glanced at it lightly, snorted coldly in his nose, and walked straight past with his hands behind his back - do you think this was his acquiescence? Big mistake. If he hadn't been scrupulous about the rule of "disobeying the order may cause harm to the nine tribes", when facing Shen Zhiyan, Ji Xuerong would still have the guts to wave his sleeves and snort, clearly showing his disapproval on his face. Having said that, Ji Xuerong can't stand others, and most others can't stand him either. There is no other reason, just two words: too pretentious. He should walk as steadily as breaking green bricks, raise his hand as calmly as brushing through the flowing clouds, and even the knuckles holding the tea cup should be tensed with a sense of nobility, as if any more shaking would insult his status as the prince of Jiangnan. But no matter how many people complained in their hearts, they could only hold their noses and endure it - who let Ji Xuerong hold real and impressive military achievements in his hands? In those tough battles at the border, if he hadn't led the Jiangnan cavalry to help, Shen's country would have been breached long ago. Ji Xuerong never took these gossips seriously. In his eyes, these people are no different from Two Hundred and Five. If a dog bites you, can you bite it back?