Mr. Lang never could have imagined that, overnight, he would instantly become a prisoner.
"I want to see your Magistrate. Is this the Rong Dynasty's way of treating guests? Besides, I am an envoy. If you treat me like this, aren't you afraid of starting a war between our two countries?"
Fan Changxi glanced at him. "You say you're an envoy, so you're an envoy? Where are your official documents? Do you think you can represent a country just with your mouth?"
Mr. Lang began trying to look for his luggage, which contained his seal and the diplomatic documents given to him by His Majesty the Emperor.
But those things were nowhere near him now; they had all been left behind at the inn!
"Give me my luggage. I have my seal and my envoy documents."
Fan Changxi scoffed, "I didn't expect swindlers to be so bold these days, even daring to try and trick our Lord Prefect. We've already checked your luggage, and there are no such things as you mentioned.
