Zhuang Chief Steward paused, "Strip him of his clothes and tear them apart for me!"
Prince An resisted fiercely, pinned to the ground by two men, his elbows and knees rubbed raw and bloody.
As the two men stripped and tore, by the end, they almost left him with nothing but his underpants.
"Master, there's nothing!"
Prince An curled up, shivering on the cold ground.
Zhuang Chief Steward, enraged, kicked him: "Where the hell did you hide the imperial edict!"
"Master! Master, it's terrible! The Study Room is flooding!"
Zhuang Chief Steward's pupils contracted, and as he looked again at Prince An shaking on the ground, he saw the corner of Prince An's lips curl up in a smug smile as he weakly said, "Did grandfather... anticipate this?"
When Zhuang Chief Steward rushed to the Study Room, the fire had already grown uncontrollable.
