By the riverbank.
The aroma of fish wafted around.
Prince NanAn and the other three sat there, frequently glancing at Young Master Su.
Having been hungry for most of the day, their stomachs were growling with hunger.
They brought fishing rods for fishing, but nothing else to eat, though they did bring plenty of silver notes.
There was a village in the distance, but did they have the face to buy food?
Young Master Su was self-reliant, after all.
It seemed they had been utterly humiliated.
No one could humiliate others like the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, leaving them no chance to retaliate.
If there was a hole right now, they would want to bury themselves alive.
"It's moving, it's moving," exclaimed the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion excitedly.
He reeled in his fishing rod.
A fish about half the size of a palm was caught on the hook.
