The young man had shifty eyes and a sallow face, seemingly only twenty-five or six years old, yet his steps were unsteady. One glance showed he had been drained by years of indulgence in wine and women.
Casually, he glanced at the three of them and then waved at the guard, saying: "Hurry up and drive them away!"
"Sir, please wait a moment." Wang Dadong called out to him.
"What's your business?" The young man said impatiently.
"It's like this, we are truly friends of the Princess. I hope you, sir, can help us notify the Princess." Wang Dadong cupped his hands and said.
"Friends of the Princess? You lot? How dare you?" The young man scoffed with disdain.
Confronted with such arrogance, Wang Dadong frowned slightly and replied calmly: "Oh, and why shouldn't we qualify as the Princess's friends?"
The young man sneered, "The Princess is so noble, you low-grade people are naturally unworthy to be her friends."
"We're low-grade? And you're high-grade?" Wang Dadong asked coldly.
