Changming Mansion was teeming with people like a dragon.
Lu Bei shook his head. The Emperor was overthinking; there was no swarm of admirers in front of the Princess's house, only a group of sycophants lining up to give money.
Last time he came to Changming Mansion, he took the wall route. This time was no exception. He was loyal to his original intention and jumped over the walls with practiced familiarity.
It wasn't the thrill he sought, but rather the fear of damaging his reputation.
Suppose he had plausibly walked through the front door and met the princess after merely handing over a ten-ounce silver note. What would the group of sycophants who waited in line daily think?
They wouldn't even have to think. Everyone would know that the princess was keeping a gigolo.
Furthermore, cutting off someone's source of income was akin to murdering their parents. If the sycophants snapped out of their reverie today, the Emperor would decree his dismissal and investigation tomorrow.
