Mr. Lang never would have imagined it. In just one night, how had he suddenly become a prisoner?
"I want to see your Prefect! Is this how the Rong Dynasty treats its guests? Furthermore, I am an envoy! Aren't you afraid of sparking a war between our two nations by treating me this way?"
Fan Changxi glanced at him. "Just because you say you're an envoy doesn't make it so. Where are your official documents? Do you think you can represent an entire nation with your words alone?"
Mr. Lang began to look for his luggage. It contained his personal seal and the official commission from His Majesty the Emperor.
But those things were nowhere to be found; they had all been left behind at the inn!
"Give me my luggage! I have my seal and my official commission!"
Fan Changxi sneered. "I'm surprised a conman these days has the guts to try and swindle our Lord Prefect. We've already searched your luggage, and neither of the items you mentioned was there.
