"Prince Duan, let's talk this out," Wen Zan said, although he didn't know exactly what had happened, the stick in Prince Duan's hand seemed all too real, and the door was shut tight, blocking any escape.
"Let me ask you, what are you doing here?" Prince Duan pointed the stick at Wen Zan. It was well-known that this young man kept an actor from the Flower Workshop, so what was he doing here? There must be something else.
Just look at this young man, dressed in brocade as luxurious as any woman's, his clothes edged with gold, and the pearl as big as a thumb on his jade crown so dazzing it hurt to look, he looked as if he'd rolled in rouge. Why come dressed so conspicuously if not for a clear purpose?
Seeing this, Fu Dong panicked and immediately knew he'd caused a disaster.
"Prince, it's my fault, I thought..." Before he could finish explaining, Fu Dong quickly turned to Wen Zan and said.
"Sir, you better leave now." Fu Dong then hurried to open the courtyard door.
