"Let's dispense with the pleasantries. Prime Minister Gao, you should worry about yourself. You already caused some trouble with the Crown Prince of Xi Yan yesterday, and today you dragged him into the water. You should think about how you're going to make amends." Worry was written all over Zhan Yi's face.
Prime Minister Gao grew worried as well at the thought of Xiliu Yuan. Yesterday, the man had shown killing intent just because the Prime Minister's wife's carriage had bumped into his.
After being dragged into a mud pit, would he be so easily forgiving?
"Old Master Zhan," a maid said, hurrying over.
"How is the Crown Prince of Xi Yan?" Old Master Zhan asked.
"His Highness had the clothes I prepared thrown out."
"And where is he now?"
"The Crown Prince is still in the west wing. His guard has gone back to the inn to fetch a change of clothes," the maid said.
"Gather all the maids in the manor and have them wait outside the west wing. See if His Highness needs anything."
