Couldn't help but curse, calling him an idiot. Just now, he clearly instructed him to block things a bit, yet this idiot not only didn't block but also led the Emperor this way. This time, he's doomed by him.
The man was greatly shocked, hastily pulled the mask over his face and, in a flurry, lay back down on the bed.
Bitterly thinking in his heart, if he survives this ordeal, he must teach this idiotic steward a lesson. Since he has become the steward of the War Prince's Mansion, he should have responsibility and courage. If he can't handle such a small matter, what's the use of having him?
"Knock, knock, knock...!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Prince, Prince, the Emperor has come to visit you."
It was the quaking voice of the steward. On one side was the supreme Emperor, and on the other, the renowned War Prince. Both were formidable figures. As a minor character, he couldn't afford to offend either.
