Bai Jinglie wished he could split himself into three. He never expected his own mansion to come and cause trouble at a time like this.
"The last time I was back at the mansion, wasn't the Marquis full of spirit? He was throwing things around with fearsome energy. How could he suddenly be unwell again?"
He stared coldly at the steward kneeling before him. 'I almost feel sorry for him. I bet he started chasing after me the moment I left the Capital.'
"Please, Princely Heir, come back with me."
"I am acting on the Holy Emperor's orders. Steward Li, which do you think takes priority?"
Steward Li, still kneeling, stammered, "...But the Marquis..."
"Just go back and tell him exactly what I said. If the Holy Emperor issues a decree for me to return to the Capital, I will naturally obey," Bai Jinglie said, his tone laced with impatience.
