At the entrance of the Prince Manor.
Yan Xuan came out of the Regent King's Mansion, his demeanor calm as he descended the stairs, each step and motion exuding the elegance and refinement of a scholar.
Behind him, his servant held an extra silk box with a cloud pattern, which contained the collection of poetry he had come to borrow from the Regent King.
In the box lay the Ningyuan Inscriptions written by Wang Yuan, a great poet from the previous dynasty, of incomparable value, a complete set of which could only be found in the Regent King's Mansion.
Arriving at the carriage, the servant glanced around and whispered, "Prince, I feel that the Regent King is not as the rumors say."
Yan Xuan, who was about to board the carriage, turned and chided the servant, "Is the Regent King someone you can critique behind his back?"
His gentle demeanor did not change, yet it made the servant lower his head immediately, not daring to speak again.
Seeing this, Yan Xuan said, "Let's go."
