But his identity was not something he could acknowledge; he could only feign ignorance.
"Your Highness, what... what are you saying? This old servant didn't catch your meaning." He raised his head, smiling naively.
"Didn't understand?"
Prince Niu put down the book in his hands, raising his head to look earnestly at the steward.
"Old Luo, I remember, it was many years ago, I saved you from a group of bandits, wasn't it?"
he asked.
"Yes, yes."
Steward Luo nodded in response.
"Ah."
Prince Niu made a light clicking sound with his tongue, then raised his hand, pointing in his direction as he continued speaking.
"That... that... If my memory serves me right, at that time... Eighth Brother was also beside me, it was he who flung the bandit's knife away with his sword, saving you, right?"
"Yes, yes."
Steward Luo could only nod, his forehead already covered with dense beads of sweat.
