Yi Mingshi, with all his good disposition, couldn't hold back anymore.
His face was as dark as the mud on his face and body.
Wang Yongzhu, Old Granny Zhang and the attendants were struggling to hold in their laughter, using all their self-control to keep it in.
Wang Yongzhu even tried to appear concerned, asking the attendants if they brought any spare clothes? If they did, quickly lend them to Master Yi to change, or what would this look like?
Those assigned to escort Wang Yongzhu and her son were, of course, Song Chongjin's carefully selected confidants, who were perceptive. Although not knowing why, they could clearly see that Madam was not fond of this Master Yi, and understood well enough.
Right away, each one cheerfully joked about how everyone here was a rough man, only half a month without bathing, who would bring spare clothes when going out?
