Prince Consort Pan's followers began to push him out and berated, "Where did this brute come from? Leave at once; do not disturb our master."
Prince Consort Pan also sneered, "I know of a girl named Qian Yixiu, but her father is already dead. If you were pretending to be her uncle, perhaps I would help you."
Qian Manjiang replied anxiously, "I am not lying, I have been away from home for eleven years and only returned this May. Here is the fan I received from Xiu'er as proof."
He pulled out the fan from within his clothes: The painting on it was smeared, turned into a muddled stain of various colors beyond recognition. The fan had gotten wet when he went to the river in the morning. Although the fan had dried, the painting was ruined. Qian Manjiang closed his eyes, truly feeling heaven had abandoned him.
