Dusk in the Divine Capital.
In the Prince of Qi Mansion.
The old butler, Hong Fu, prepared rooms for the guests and waited at the main door. He was fidgeting like ants in a hot pan. He paced back and forth in front of the doors.
When Old Hong saw a servant running over, he did not wait for the servant to come closer before he asked, "Is master back yet?"
"No. I've tried to search for information, but it seems like there's an important matter. Master won't be leaving the Imperial city yet."
"Send someone to tell him it's urgent."
"Butler Hong, commoners can't go in. How can I tell him it's urgent?" The servant appeared helpless.
Old Hong nodded and sighed. There was no way to force these things. The servants were of low birth. It was already a grace for them to be granted entry into the Imperial city. They should not be asking for the moon.
"Old Hong."
