"Get lost! You wretched ants dare to block the Young Prince's way? Have you tired of living?"
An elderly man with a bulging belly scolded as he swung a slap, sending several of Yvonne's servants flying into the distance. They landed on the ground with swollen faces and blood streaming from their mouths.
Behind the big-bellied old man, a young man in luxurious clothes with a sinister expression walked in.
"Spare us, Young Prince! I truly wasn't lying. Miss Yvonne is in seclusion for cultivation and instructed us not to be disturbed no matter what."
A maid in her twenties knelt on the floor, trembling all over.
"Not to be disturbed? Who does Yvonne think she is? The Young Prince personally came to see her—it's her blessing from many lifetimes. What could be more important than the Young Prince? Hurry and report, or I'll kill you all."
The big-bellied old man coldly commanded, glaring menacingly at the maid.
"Young Prince, the lady truly..."
