Among the crowd outside the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, a young man who looked like a guard was whispering something to a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked very interested as he listened to the introduction of the situation there.
His eyes remained fixed on the signboard of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, showing a barely detectable greedy glance.
"Alright, Wang Fei, how many times have I told you, don't call me Prince when we're outside, just call me Young Master."
"Understood! Prince... Young Master!"
The guard bowed fearfully, looking quite intimidated by his master.
Of course, his fear was justified.
The man in front of him was the current emperor's own uncle, Prince Feng of the Da Fu Dynasty—Jing Heng.
His fiefdom was on the eastern side of Han Yue City, named Chang City, a region that was very prosperous and fertile.
Now, the Prince had come quietly from Chang City with a simple guise.
