It was clear that since Zheng Xiu had become a Prince, his popularity and prestige—if not across the entire world, then at least within the Imperial City—were terrifyingly high.
The Red King never did things "low-key" when he made his rounds. The cheers of the common folk made Guo Zifei's heart leap into his throat as he rushed out. After bowing with cupped hands, Guo Zifei lowered his voice. "Your Highness, how did this matter end up involving you?"
Guo Zifei had assumed that with the Red King's esteemed status and the Disaster Prevention Bureau teeming with experts, he would simply dispatch someone to handle it. After all, this involved a foreign Envoy. If mishandled, it could escalate to the point of shattering diplomatic ties between the two nations. Common street brawls were a job for Six Gates, but once the stakes were raised this high, it became the responsibility of the Ministry of Rites. He had sealed off the scene long ago and notified the Ministry of Rites.
