"Prince, those barbarians have already broken through eight military formations. Shouldn't we send word to the Earl of North Border's estate and request permission for us to enter first?"
A handsome, bearded middle-aged man inquired of the figure behind the curtain.
"What's the rush? Even this old eunuch isn't flustered. Look at you. Tch, disgraceful."
Across from the handsome, bearded middle-aged man sat an old man in a blue robe, draped in furs. His face was so heavily powdered it looked like a mask. His lips were red, his teeth white, and his voice was high-pitched and sharp. A strong fragrance of incense emanated from him.
"Heh, Master Zhang, you jest. I am merely concerned for His Highness. His Highness is of noble birth; he absolutely cannot come to any harm."
