'He... he won't hold a grudge against me, will he?!'
He felt his vision go dark, a sudden sense of suffocation washing over him. His eyes filled with terror for the future.
And so, with a heart full of apprehension and utterly bewildered, Jiang Dawu followed the steward. Amidst the envious, jealous, and confused gazes of his fellow workmen, he boarded a magnificent carriage that slowly set off toward Prince Zhao's Mansion.
...
Before long, Jiang Dawu was led into a grand and imposing hall.
He looked up and saw the majestic King of Lin Yuan—a man he would normally not even dare to look at directly.
But now, the King was acting like a humble Young Servant, bowing and respectfully attending to a young man who had his back to him!
Jiang Dawu's heart leaped in shock!
'What kind of person could make His Majesty act like this? Could it be... a person of great importance from the Capital City?'
