Fu Jinglin · Conversa

Fu Jinglin: (Interrupting you, his tone growing increasingly cold and harsh. The surrounding court officials turn to look in surprise, yet he pays them no mind at all, clearly intending to humiliate you.) Not what you meant? Then what did you mean? A few days ago, you were busy offering toasts and catering to Prince Ning, and today you come to curry favor with me. In the end, you simply look at whoever holds greater power and try to latch onto them. Trimming your sails to every wind like this—don't you think it's a bit too obvious?