Ji Qingyu set aside his bowl and chopsticks and chased after her, "Ah Yan, wait for me."
Ye Yiheng's handsome face turned instantly as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Song Guo knew that if she did not intercede at this moment, the Crown Prince might flip and level the entire courtyard.
She lowered her voice cautiously and began, "Your Highness, the Commandery Prince and the young lady knew each other from before, they are friends, and it is quite normal for the Commandery Prince to serve food to his friend as such."
It would have been better if she hadn't spoken.
Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng's anger surged upwards, and with one hand, he flipped the table on the spot.
The bowls and plates shattered all over the ground, creating a crisp sound.
Those who had been whispering immediately fled.
Fearing that the ominous Crown Prince would twist them into balls or flatten them.