Bai Jinglie wished he could split himself into three to handle all his tasks. He certainly hadn't expected the mansion to come and cause trouble at a time like this.
"When I returned to the mansion a few days ago, wasn't the Marquis still quite energetic? He was throwing things with great vigor. How is he suddenly unwell again?"
He looked coldly at the steward kneeling before him. It was truly tough on the man—he had probably started chasing after him the moment he left the Capital.
"I beseech the Princely Heir to return with me."
"I am carrying out the Holy Emperor's orders. Which side do you think is more important, Steward Li?"
Kneeling on the ground, Steward Li hesitated. "...But what about the Marquis..."
"Just go back and tell him exactly what I said. As long as the Holy Emperor issues a Holy Decree for me to return to the Capital, I will naturally comply," Bai Jinglie said, his tone already tinged with impatience.
