"How dare you! Not kneeling to pay respects upon seeing the Prince!" an elderly man in a black robe shouted from behind the Second Prince. This old man, with white beard and hair, had remarkably smooth skin without a wrinkle, indicating he maintained himself quite well.
As soon as the man finished speaking, Zhou Feng and the others looked at the elder as if he were a fool.
"Old white face, where are you from? Your master hasn't spoken, and you're already shouting. May I ask who's pet brought you here?" Song Xi asked with his eyes cocked. When it came to verbal jousting, he, Song Xi, had never lost.
The Second Prince frowned and said, "Let it be, Master He. After all, they are friends of my elder brother, no need to be so strict with the rules." As he said this, even the Second Prince felt his tongue going numb and kept cursing in his heart. When did this little brat Zixu get involved with the three great families?
