"Prince!"
Madam Wang stomped her foot in frustration as she watched the Prince's figure gradually disappear from view. Reluctantly, she turned and looked at the dozen or so maids and old maids beside her, each with disheveled hair and a pitifully sorry state. Extremely irritated, she couldn't help but roar, "You worthless lot, what are you standing around for? Embarrassing yourselves here! Get back quickly!"
"Yes."
When they came, they were full of vigor and imposing; now, as they returned, each looked like a defeated rooster, their heads hanging low.
Having been thwarted by Xuexue time and time again, the resentment in Madam Wang's heart was indescribable.
"This little cheap person, one day, he'll get what's coming to him."
Before leaving, Madam Wang spit out a harsh declaration.
That night, the moon was obscured, the wind was high.
