"Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen, are you alright?" Eunuch Kang Ning scrambled to his feet in a panic, not even bothering to check if he had seen the Second Prince or not.
"Eunuch Kang, quick, help me up." Wen Zan, with the support of Eunuch Kang Ning, struggled to his feet, enduring the pain as he headed for the door of the courtyard. It was only after he had exited that he noticed the mud on his shoe.
"My shoes—" the man cried out, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe them. These were the shoes he had worn specially for the visit to the Traveling Palace, and now they were dirtied like this.
Eunuch Kang Ning calmed his spirits a little, and sat down to catch his breath, then saw Young Master Wen frantically wiping his shoe with a corner of his handkerchief. He glanced again at the overly elaborate embroidery of the shoe, thinking that even the work from the palace would probably look similar.
"Young Master Wen—" It seemed they were very cherished, probably quite rare too.
