"Prince, you're back? Hehehe...!" The steward wore an exceptionally warm smile.
Long Rui said coldly, "Cut the smile, it makes me anxious. Hurry up and tell me, where did the silver come from?"
The steward's eyes began to shift, looking guilty like a thief, further deepening Long Rui's suspicion. He furrowed his brow and said, "If you don't speak up, watch out for your head."
Prince, how can you always threaten a humble man?
With no other choice, the steward had to honestly recount everything that had just happened to the Prince.
After finishing, the steward drooped his head, waiting for the Prince's punishment.
Before Long Rui could speak, Long Yi exclaimed, "What? The Princess Consort sold all the women?"
The steward's head hung lower and lower, almost touching his knees, like a child who had done something wrong, his voice barely audible: "Sold them."
Long Yi asked again, uncertainly, "Sold to Yihong Brothel?"
