“Commander Ying, are you okay? Why did you accept it? There is an old saying, ‘Being close to the sovereign can be as perilous as lying with a tiger.’ Even though the First Prince is still just a prince, his temperament is exactly the same as the old emperor. He is sinister and hard to predict. I’m afraid it will be bad for you to attend the dinner by yourself.” There was a concerned expression on the innkeeper’s face. Those who didn’t know would think that Ying Lan was marching towards the gates of hell instead of going to a feast organized by a prince.

Instead of complaining, Ying Lan laughed and explained, "Old Zhang, do you think nothing will happen...