How could Head Steward Wen fail to grasp the Fourth Prince's intentions? It became glaringly apparent as Commander Wei spoke, confirming the grim reality. Head Steward Wen realized he was truly in dire straits this time.
"It's my fault! It's all my fault! I was foolish, utterly foolish!"
Regret overwhelmed him. Head Steward Wen lunged at Wen Fuxin, unleashing a torrent of furious blows and kicks. His hoarse voice reverberated with anger as he berated him relentlessly.
Wen Fuxin, defenseless against the onslaught, could only cower, clutching his head, and pleading for mercy while addressing him as "Uncle." He, too, regretted his actions. If he had foreseen this outcome, he wouldn't have been so reckless, venting his frustration on those youngsters.
Little did he know that behind those seemingly insignificant youngsters lurked figures more menacing than beggars. Had he been aware, he wouldn't have dared trouble them, not even at the cost of his life.
