Ji Youran regarded the trembling boy before him, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
The carriage trotted towards the Ji Mansion.
Inside, the boy was huddled in a corner of the carriage, on the verge of tears.
"Second Young Master, please don't joke with me anymore. You have such a beautiful wife; how can you not cherish her?
I'm just a lowly beggar; I'm really not worthy…"
"Master, we've arrived at the Ji Mansion."
Zhao Fei had only stammered out half his sentence when the coachman's voice reported from outside.
Ji Youran found Zhao Fei's words nonsensical and was growing rather vexed. Just then, hearing the coachman announce their arrival at the mansion, he decided to ignore the boy for the moment and alighted from the carriage.
"Let's go! If you have something to say, wait until we're in my courtyard!"
Zhao Fei slumped back down, so frightened he nearly wet his pants. The coachman stood outside, urging him.
