"Young master, the Eleventh Prince really went all out this time."
After the Eleventh Prince left, a middle-aged guard said to Chixiao with a smile.
"Indeed, his eyes just now looked like he wanted to eat someone."
"Tsk tsk, one billion second-grade Yuan Stones, the Eleventh Prince is truly not lacking in wealth."
Other guards also started discussing, their words filled with disdain and ridicule for the Eleventh Prince.
Chixiao gave a faint smile and instructed, "Steward Du, take the injured down, instruct the kitchen to prepare a banquet, and go buy some good wine. Let's have a good celebration tonight."
"Yes!"
The middle-aged guard acknowledged with a fist salute and immediately ordered the injured to be taken down for treatment, getting everyone busy.
"Luo Feng, let's go inside."
Chixiao led Luo Feng and the others into a garden in the inner courtyard.
