Headman Zhu Lan sneered, "Indeed, he's a pampered young master who grew up coddled in riches and honor, nurtured by a golden heritage. The once-mighty name of Marquis Duanjing's household has come to an end with his generation; the family's reputation has fallen."
Headman Zhu Lan immediately cautioned, "Old Cheng, watch your words."
This was the Governor's Office, and to speak so boldly of Young Marquis in the chambers of the Governor's Office—wasn't that a bit too daring?
"It's something everyone in the world talks about, why can't I mention it?" Though Helmsman Cheng said this, he stopped talking, rubbing his temples as he added, "I'm afraid I've caught a cold, I'm feeling utterly drained."
"Would you like to see a doctor? The Governor's Office should have one," Headman Zhu Lan asked with concern.
