Ji Chengjue, barely twenty years old, lifted the carriage curtain and disembarked.
"Your Highness, be careful of the cold wind outside," Master Zhang immediately said, taking the fur he was wearing and draping it over Ji Chengjue.
Ji Chengjue didn't mind that it belonged to a eunuch; on the contrary, he clutched it tightly with both hands.
Just then, the ragged man broke through another contingent of iron cavalry!
Ji Chengjue smacked his lips and asked, "Master Zhang, what do you think your chances would be if you fought against him?"
Upon hearing this, Master Zhang's face puckered with grievance, like a delicate daisy. He said, "Oh dear, my Prince, are you trying to flatter this servant or insult King Guli? My paltry skills might be enough to handle petty thieves in the Royal Mansion. But against a character like that, this servant could only sacrifice himself to delay him for a few breaths, just so Your Highness could get as far away as possible."
