Imperial City, Prince Shou's Mansion.
With a loud bang, a tea table was smashed violently, cups and teapots shattered across the floor, among the debris lay a copper rod crushed in someone's hand, and one could faintly make out the Taotie Pattern of the Xuanqing Guard engraved on it.
"Bastard! Pang Ban's got some nerve!"
Yang Lin felt insulted—someone actually dared to send him a note in a tone of "interrogation."
So the Xuanqing Guard thinks they're something special? Daring to treat him with such disrespect!? Not giving him, a prince, any regard at all!
"Your Highness, please calm yourself. Pang Ban has always been domineering in the Temple Hall, relying on his profound cultivation and never looking anyone in the eye, and he's famous for protecting his own. This time, Your Highness meddled in the Qin Family's affairs, you must have provoked him, so…"
