At noon, after finishing his studies, Zhao Yao invited the Eighth Prince to have lunch together at Lanyuan Pavilion, but he was refused by the Eighth Prince.
"Eighth Brother, the ministers at Lanyuan Pavilion will bring delicious food from their hometowns, it's really good, you should try it."
The Eighth Prince understood that Zhao Yao wanted him to enjoy good food, but he wasn't interested. Even if he were interested, he wouldn't go to Lanyuan Pavilion. Besides the Fourth Prince whom he disliked, there were also ministers there he didn't like.
He was well aware that the court ministers looked down on him as the Eighth Prince, and going to Lanyuan Pavilion would only embarrass himself.
"I won't go, you go ahead."
"Eighth Brother..."
"You know I don't have much of a demand for food, whether it's good or not doesn't matter to me." The Eighth Prince gently patted Zhao Yao on the shoulder and said warmly, "You go and eat."
